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Fantasy Story
🕑 Added 2021-07-27 14:18:03 +0000 UTCHi, everybody. Well, I couldn't get anything new done this month (I'm still trying to finish the new fantasy novel by the end of August) but here's an older sword and sorcery story that hasn't been reprinted anywhere. It's from a shared world fantasy anthology Beyond the Black Gate from 2012, that only had two volumes and not much distribution. But I really had fun with these two characters, so I hope you enjoy it.
Revenants
By Martha Wells
"Jelith."
"Hush, I'm busy." His awareness of the chamber had faded, until all he could see was his hands flat against the stone wall , until there was nothing but the rock.
"I have a job for us."
"We have a job. I'm doing it now." The rock under his hands echoed with rushing waves of voices, their words incomprehensible, coming and going like the edge of the ocean. The temptation to listen was a mistake; they could draw in the unwary and sink them forever. Jelith fought past the waves to the stone itself, and sensed the cavity. At first it was smooth, but he winced as he sensed sharp edges. For a long moment it seemed like a promise fulfilled, then it narrowed to nothing. Disappointed, he drew his awareness back up to the surface. "Ah! Damn."
"Not a room?" Despite her distraction with jobs, Kryranen's voice was tinged with disappointment. They had had high hopes for this spot, now dashed.
"No." The taste of old blood filled his mouth and Jelith had to clear his throat to make the word understood. All the stone in these catacombs, the bedrock of the city above, tasted as if it was drenched in blood. "It's too irregular to be constructed by sentient beings, even those of such odd tastes as once populated Taux." He stepped back from the wall and dusted rock fragments off his hands, his dark skin briefly mottling with the sandstone color of the stone .
He took a seat on his folding camp stool and lifted the small wooden box that he used as a lap desk. He dipped his writing stick into the inkstone to fill it, then began to note the dimensions and characteristics of the cavity. If they were lucky, this information would eventually form some small vital part of a greater whole; more likely it would just serve to remind him of what he had done today.
This tunnel was in the outer ring of the concentric circles of catacombs beneath the city, deep enough underground for Jelith to feel the weight of rock and stone buildings overhead, to taste the living earth in the back of his throat past the blood-drenched stone. Kryranen, oblivious to the sensations of stone, leaned one shoulder casually against the wall. She was a muscular Jai-ruk, with skin similar in color to the sandstone lining this passage, and onyx-dark hair.
They made an odd pair for a number of reasons, but one was that she was tall for a Jai-ruk and he was short for a Kin. They were dissimilar on all counts, except for their interest in the past, and in strange myths, and mysteries, and how the world had looked before they set foot on it. They talked of things no one else cared about. Rather than an odd pair, everyone thought they were just odd.
"This is a job that will pay us well," Kryranen said. "Up in the Golden Jaguar District." She added unnecessarily, "Where people like the Vash live."
"You're supposed to be keeping the notes," Jelith pointed out. Most inhabitants of Taux assumed Jai-ruk were too brutish for scholarly pursuits, but Kryranen's handwriting was better than his. Her hands were large but her fingers were slender and dexterous; his notes looked like the scratchings of a child next to her elegant script.
She leaned forward to look at the book and her grimace suggested she agreed. "I'll recopy it later." Exasperated, she said, "You just don't like working for money. It's too bad we can't eat history."
"You would eat history if you could," Jelith felt he had to say. It was true.
She folded her arms and gave him the long-suffering look.
He sighed. "What is this job?"
"They want us to lay a ghost."
Jelith stared. "Are you out of your mind?"
***
These prospective employers were not expecting them until later in the day, so Jelith made Kryranen buy him dinner at the Emerald Serpent. He wrapped up in the hooded cloak that he used to protect himself from the too-harsh light of Taux's sun, and they left the catacombs. They entered the old ball courts through the single entrance, the Black Gate carved with skulls and serpents and other symbols of the former inhabitants of Taux that Jelith would have given much to know the full meaning. There were two courts side-by-side, the wide stepped stone bleachers now covered with makeshift shacks and dwellings, crowded with Taux's less prized citizens.
They took the stone ramps up past the ramshackle dwellings, and the place was noisy and thick with thieves, mercenaries, and every sort of criminal, but no one bothered them. They blended in well and the casual inhabitants assumed they were mercenaries. Their work often involved hard labor, moving stone or digging, so they were always covered with dust and sweat. Sometimes newcomers learned they were scholars and challenged them, to find that the appearance of ferocity was not a deception.
They passed the Silk Purse where the prostitutes were too discrete to shout at passers-by, and turned into the dark entrance of the Emerald Serpent.
There were tables of different heights, designed for all the varying races that now inhabited Taux. Since Jelith was under four feet tall and Kryranen topped six, none was truly comfortable for them. As this was occasionally a matter of hilarity for newcomers to the Emerald Serpent, Jelith stood by their table and surveyed the room while Kryranen found stools of the right heights. There was some sniggering in the back among a group of Avation mercenaries, but the regulars ignored them and no one spoke, so Jelith didn't have to cock-punch anyone.
When they were seated, Kryranen leaned back against the dingy wall and said, "They think the haunting is caused by a burial secreted somewhere inside the walls of their house."
"Madness, madness. You are a madwoman." Taux's stone was rich with spirits as it was; anyone who would bury a body within a house wall was asking for worse than trouble.
"They need someone to locate the body so it can be removed and set to rest. It will be simple."
"Simple? You are mad to think we should do this."
Kryranen eyed him. "If you say that again I will break your jaw for you."
Jelith decided not to say it again. Everyone knew much of Taux was haunted, one way or another. When the foreign newcomers had first moved into the deserted city, the wealthy had tried to turn the empty temples into palaces, but had been forced out by the sheer volume of strange and sometimes deadly supernatural occurrences. Such incidents in the more quiet Golden Jaguar quarter, which had always been residential, were more rare, but not unheard of. "It could be dangerous. Why don't they hire a wizard?"
"They say the ghost has hurt no one so far." She shrugged one shoulder. "And they're afraid of wizards."
As an answer it was woefully inadequate. And it also had the mark of Kryranen's vivid imagination. "Did they tell you this or did you make it up yourself to explain their inexplicable behavior?"
"I made it up myself," she admitted. "But I think it's true. I think they're afraid that the wizard would tell their enemies of their trouble."
Jelith reluctantly conceded that that made some sense. "But they aren't afraid we will."
"Who cares what we say?"
This was true. No one associated with the powerful merchant clans would be much interested in Jelith or Kryranen's opinion of them. "How much money?"
She told him, and he almost spat fermented grain water across the table. That would be enough to pay their living expenses until winter, and allow them to spend most of their time on their explorations in the catacombs, and not in the hunting and selling of artifacts. "I see," he muttered.
Kryranen leaned back against the wall, giving him a self-satisfied look. "Am I a madwoman?"
"No. No, you are not." He spread his hands on the table. It was wood, and dead to his senses. "How did you hear about this? Surely they did not advertise in the market."
"The major-domo of their trading business approached me outside the Black Gate. He said he had been asking the dealers of art about Kin who would take commissions to search for things, and they directed him to us." At his expression, she added repressively, "I checked with the dealers, and he spoke the truth. I also spoke to some of the sellers of luxury goods, and they knew the house, and recognized the major-domo."
Jelith was still dubious, at best. "But when people with wealth hire people like us for mysterious jobs involving the supernatural...it never ends well."
"I know." Kryranen leaned forward, intent. "But the spirit may have learned something of old Taux, buried as it is within a wall. We could question it! And think what we could do with this money."
He sighed. No one would think it from her manner, but Kryranen was as big a fanatic as he was; she just hid it better. "The spirit will probably eat us."
"I would not say 'probably,'" Kryranen disagreed, but it didn't matter. She had heard the assent in his voice.
***
It was growing dark by the time they reached the Golden Jaguar district, and the warm lights in the windows of the tall stone houses did not far fall enough to light the street. In a way this was good, as their prospective employers did not wish for attention to this errand, and doubtless would not have appreciated it if Jelith and Kryranen became obliged to explain their presence here to the Sturgeon Guards.
They had both stopped at their quarters to wash and put on cleaner leathers. There were wealthy Kin families who lived in this quarter, and hopefully, in the dark, they would be taken for a Kin merchant and his Jai-Ruk bodyguard, and no questions would be asked.
At first they passed others, humans, Asparas, a few Kin, some traveling with personal guards and most carrying lamps, all clearly on their way home or to the entertainments being held in the more brightly lit houses and the gardens surrounding them. Then the streets grew less busy, passers-by few and far between. There were few lighted windows, no music or voices drifting from walled courtyards or open doors. With less distraction, Jelith became more aware of the stone under his feet and in the walls. It echoed -- all of Taux echoed -- but there was less distortion from the everyday activities of current residents. He caught the edge of voices that came from no living being, and tasted old blood in the back of his throat. "Why are ghosts hunted at night, and not in the day?"
"They aren't as likely to come out in the day," Kryranen said. "We want to speak to it before we tell them where the body is, remember? That's the point of all this. Besides the money."
"Yes, yes," Jelith grumbled. He could not quite believe in this ghostly conversation Kryranen had her heart set on. He thought they would find a moldering body, hopefully be paid, and go home as ignorant as they had started. The spirits of Taux were many, but they were never cooperative.
Kryranen found the house with difficulty, having to retrace their path twice. The near unbroken darkness and silent houses leaning over them wore on Jelith's nerves. Not sure whether he was more worried about being stopped and questioned by guards, attacked by street robbers, or assaulted by some mythical creature of the night, he said, "I thought you knew where this place was!"
"I was given the direction, but it's hard to mark the way in the darkness of the abyss," Kryranen said, annoyed. "Wait, I think this is it."
It was a stone-walled yard looming out of the dark, a bulky structure rising behind it with odd angles and a few windows visible only as dimly-lit squares, light leaking sporadically out between tightly-closed shutters. At some point, an elaborate iron rail had been added to the top of the already tall stone wall, to further discourage intruders. Kryranen pushed the heavy wooden door of the gate and it squeaked open to admit them.
They crossed an outer courtyard, all tree shadows and the rustle of leaves, the scent of flowers, the trickle of water and the smell of dust on the path. Kryranen led the way through to another arched stone gate, to a smaller stone-floored court lit by two hanging lamps framing the large double doors of the house. In their light, Jelith could see that the house had four levels at least, in the blocky square stone construction that was common in this part of Taux, with bands of carved ornamentation running across the face of it. It was not nearly as large as he had supposed, as the other houses of the Golden Jaguar. Perhaps because it was so near the edge of the quarter, or perhaps it extended further back than it seemed.
Before Kryranen could approach the doors, one of them began to open. Jelith admitted to a slight flutter of unease, but the door revealed a lamplit entryway and an elderly human man in a servant's plain clothes. The man said, "You are the Kin Jelith and the Jai-Ruk Kryranen?"
"That is us," Kryranen replied. "We are here about the...spiritual problem."
The servant stepped back. "Please enter and follow me."
The servant led them through a series of small but high-ceilinged chambers, fitted out as receiving rooms.
Jelith had thought the family must have acquired the house only recently, discovering it was afflicted with a spirit sometime afterward. The furnishings were very rich, as expected, chairs and tables of fine dark woods, inlaid with ivory and mother of pearl, but rooms were small and the walls of smooth unornamented stone, like the walls of many of the common structures in Taux. It was not nearly as fine as what was usually found in the Golden Jaguar. But all the structures in Taux, except for the new ones of wood constructed by recent arrivals, were re-purposed and often oddly laid out for the use their new inhabitants put them to.
Then they entered a last waiting room with an archway that opened into a large space, unlit and shadowy. Jelith could see heavy square columns, carved with the angular designs, and a very finely polished floor of red granite.
The servant said, "Wait here, please," and started toward a smaller door in the sidewall that led off into a different part of the house.
Jelith asked, "Wait for what? May we not simply get started?" The house seemed larger than he had thought at first and the sooner they began to search, the better.
The servant turned back. "My master wishes to speak with you first."
"Your master?" Kryranen asked, a trace warily. "I thought the arrangement already made. We will locate the source of the disturbance, free it from whichever wall or floor it is buried in, and you will pay us."
The servant inclined his head. "That was the arrangement, but my master wishes to deal with you directly."
Of course he does, Jelith thought. The better to assess whether or not they could keep the house's secrets.
As the servant moved away, Kryranen surveyed the room. "It doesn't seem haunted."
"You mean there are no shrieking demons climbing out of the cracks." Jelith stepped to the nearest plain wall and put his hand to the stone. Unlike the underground, its echoes were muted, blunted by uncounted years of simple daily life, much like the stone of the streets they had walked to reach this place. He frowned at the much more richly decorated room visible through the archway. It made a strange contrast to the rest of the house. He took a step toward it.
"Not yet." Kryranen added, "But I don't want shrieking demons, I want an original inhabitant, a chatty one eager to speak to..." She spun around, drawing her sword in one smooth motion.
Jelith flinched and reached for his blade, but Kryranen faced a corner of the room, occupied by nothing other than an ivory chair too delicate for anyone to sit on. "What is it?" he asked.
"Something touched me." She eased a step back. "A cold touch, on the back of my neck."
"It seems we have not mistaken the house," Jelith muttered. He leaned against the wall, torn between sending his awareness deeper into the stone or watching Kryranen. There was still no hint of a disturbance in the wall. The corpse, wherever it was concealed, must be hidden behind a different stone, something that did not share echoes with this wall. Or the haunting is caused by something else... "I think--"
He forgot what he thought, for a dozen dark shadow figures melted out of the far wall and charged them.
Jelith drew his sword, blocking a swing aimed at his head. He half-expected his blade to pass through the specter but it connected so solidly it rattled his bones. He ducked a second blow, caught sight of Kryranen surrounded by shadows, her sword moving like a bright flash. He feinted, stabbed, but as his blade entered his shadowy opponent's chest, it surged toward him and seized his throat. The force of it choked off his breath and cracked bones and... It was gone.
Jelith stood in the center of the room, his sword held limply in one hand. Kryranen stood a few paces away, breathing hard, her sword still raised in guard. The air was icy cold, and Jelith's exhaled breath came out in a steamy cloud.
Their eyes met in mutual consternation. She said, "I apologize for persuading you into this job."
"I forgive you," he told her.
She hesitated. "Do you want to leave?"
Jelith considered it, then said, "All the benign powers help me, I do not."
"Me neither." Kryranen’s prominent incisors flashed in a brief grin.
They heard the servant's quiet footsteps, and a moment later he stepped into the doorway. He took in their martial stances with a raised brow.
Kryranen cleared her throat and sheathed her sword. She began, "There was a... We believed there was a..."
With an air of weary resignation, and the first sign that there was a personality behind his façade, he stopped her. "There is no need to explain, believe me. Come this way, please."
***
The servant led them through another maze of small reception rooms, then upstairs and through a door to a somewhat larger sitting room with a balcony looking down onto a dark inner court. The room was lit by many lamps, and occupied by five humans . They were speaking, rather agitatedly, and the room was warm with the restrained power of their element. They stopped as the servant opened the door.
Jelith saw immediately that three of them could be discounted. They were a young woman and two young men, all dressed richly, with the tattoos fashionable among the second generation of newcomers to Taux. They must be family members but had obviously been relegated to the sulky fringe of the conversation. There were two main players, the first an aged woman sitting in an armchair as if it might have been a throne, her expression that of an emperor dealing with a particularly difficult vassal. The vassal in question was a young man, handsome, pacing impatiently before the balcony. They had a family resemblance in their sharp, stubborn features, their light brown skin and dark straight hair .
The young man looked up at their appearance and ceased his pacing. "You are the--"
He stopped, at a loss for the word. Jelith wasn't sure what to fill it in with, either. None of their occupations seemed appropriate for the occasion. He said, "We are. I am Jelith, and this is Kryranen."
The young man said, "I am Cerran Vatel." He nodded toward the older woman. "My mother." To the others as a body. "My wife, my brothers." The mother was the only one who acknowledged the introduction, giving them a grim nod of greeting.
Vatel said, "Did my major-domo tell you about the... problem?"
"Something of it," Kryranen admitted cautiously. "That there is a disturbed spirit, which you believe is buried within a wall."
Vatel said, "We acquired this house from another merchant family, some five years ago. After a time, it became apparent that there was a spirit here. There had been rumors of some sort of foul activities in the house, that the daughter of a lesser merchant clan had gone missing here." He folded his arms and turned away. "Everyone believes her corpse was hidden in the walls of the house somewhere, and that the spirit disturbances are caused by it."
Jelith said, "When did the spirit's more violent appearances start?"
Vatel tossed him a frown. "Does it matter? Do your work, find the thing and get rid of it."
Kryranen raised a brow. Jelith said equably, "It does matter. I wonder why anyone would spend much time living in a house with a restless spirit. Everyone knows that in Taux, the consequences could be dangerous."
Mother Vatel glared at her son. "Tell him."
Vatel paced away, and forced the words out. "We are a prominent family." This seemed aimed at the old woman more than anything. "If we don't take our place among the other merchants of our class, we will be ignored, ridiculed--"
"Quiet! I'll tell him, then." The old women sat forward. "Do you know where this house is?"
Jelith exchanged a look with Kryranen. It seemed a trick question. She answered, "I know it's in the west end of the Golden Jaguar quarter, but we're not familiar with this area."
"Correct. It is at the far west end of the Golden Jaguar quarter. Near the temple district."
Kryranen let her breath out in a hiss of dismay. Jelith clapped a hand to his eyes. He said, "I think I see where this is going, madam." And he didn't wish to.
Mother Vatel nodded. "When our family claimed this house, we were one of the least important traders in the port. Securing this house, at the edge of what was to become the Golden Jaguar quarter, allowed us access to more important trading contracts. We ignored its unsavory antecedents, and the disturbances were no worse than what is common is much of Taux. But while the façade of the house is impressive, the interior was small for the area, with no impressive assembly rooms. We could not hold the entertainments important to gather attention and favor with the other wealthy families. A few months ago it came to my son's attention that there was a closed-off room behind this house, a large, elegant chamber. He said he had heard stories that the former owners had had it walled off. So he had workmen break through the wall at the back of this house to open it again." Her jaw hardened. "That was when the spirit began to attack us in earnest."
Grim, Kryranen said, "This chamber extends across the border into the temple district. You think that was why it was walled off in the first place."
The old woman sat back. "You understand."
"Only too well," Jelith said. He controlled the urge to say something more sarcastic. Only a spoiled fool could think this large comfortable house somehow inadequate, and look what Vatel's greed had led to. "But I have a question for the young master."
Vatel turned, reluctantly, sulky guilt writ clearly on his features.
Jelith said, "How did you know the chamber was there, behind your house?"
Vatel demanded. "What do you mean?"
"Did someone speak to you of it?" Jelith asked. Mother Vatel was frowning, but he suspected she was entirely on his and Kryranen's side in this matter. "You have no spark of Earth. I would say you were low Fire, as is the rest of your family. Did a Kin, or some human with a greater degree of Earth tell you of it?" The young man's expression showed increasing confusion, and Jelith felt the pit of his stomach turn hollow. He had suspected this, but the confirmation was more frightening than he had supposed. "How did you know it was there?"
"I don't... I don't know."
Mother Vatel obviously followed his reasoning, for her expression betrayed consternation now more than annoyance. She said, "You believe something...influenced him, from behind the wall."
Kryranen answered her, "It -- whatever it is -- may have used the human spirit remaining here as a conduit. It may have been working for years towards this."
Jelith added, "That chamber may have never been part of this house at all. It may be part of a temple, buried among the other buildings of the quarter, walled-off for some ritual purpose by the original inhabitants of Taux."
Everyone stared at them in horror. Mother Vatel said, "What is your advice?"
Jelith said, "Leave this house for the night, and summon the stone masons immediately."
***
Vatel protested, dragged his heels, and otherwise resisted, but his mother carried the day. She was old enough to have heard firsthand the tales of the newcomers who had tried to take Taux's temples for their own homes, and what had happened to them. The idea that her son's mind had been compromised by a spirit's influence firmed her resolve to iron.
As the family members and servants scrambled to decamp for the night, Jelith wrote down a direction for her. "Send a servant to these stonemasons. Tell them Jelith said it is an emergency and they will understand, and come."
While they were speaking, the lamps in the room fluctuated all at once, the flames shrinking away nearly to nothing, then blossoming again as one. It sped everyone on their way.
Before leaving, Vatel rallied long enough to order the older servant who had let them in and three much younger, sturdier men to arm themselves and stay to guard the house, in case Jelith and Kryranen decided to loot the place in the family's absence. "I wouldn't touch a thing from this demon-ridden place," Kryranen muttered to Jelith.
"I hope they keep their coins elsewhere," he told her.
Once the family was gone and the wary servants posted in the front entrance, Jelith and Kryranen held a brief consultation.
Kryranen said, "So we have to find the corpse that started it all, wherever it is, or sealing off the temple chamber won't work."
"Exactly."
"So where is it?"
Jelith had thought about this, while everyone was coming and going. "If one wishes to hide a murdered body, presumably one doesn't put it in a wall where one can stare at the spot for years afterward."
"So not in one of the family rooms." Kryranen tapped her chin. "It must be in one of the service areas. Not the kitchen; kitchens are seldom empty long, and one presumes the guilty party didn't want an audience while hiding the woman's body."
"A chamber used for storage." Jelith looked around thoughtfully. "We need to find the service rooms."
***
There were several chambers below street level, reached by a stairway down from the kitchens, situated in the court in back of the house. They took lamps from the kitchen to light the cool darkness, and as they went down the stairs the light shone on a simple stone-walled room, with an archway leading into another, and another. The slight separation from the stone and walls of the main house explained why Jelith had felt no taint of organic rot there. But apparently the spirit could jump the gap with ease.
In the second room, Jelith found a lighter patch in the smooth gray-brown stone. It looked as if a section of the wall had been knocked away and replaced, and was clumsily, and perhaps hastily, wrought. "This is not the work of the old Taux." He placed his hand on it.
He sensed it immediately, a faint echo of rot in the stones and the mortar between them. He pushed a little deeper and found the narrow vault just on the other side of the layer of stones. It was a very small vault, barely big enough for even a small human body. Jelith just hoped it had been dead when shoved into the space. "Here," he said, his voice low with concentration. "We dig here."
He began to withdraw his senses. And something caught hold of him, like a hand wrapping around his wrist. "Kryranen," he said, only that, but the change in tone was enough.
She grabbed his free arm to yank him away from the wall but a pressure dragged him forward into the stone. He felt his element drawn out of him and his body followed. "Jelith!" she shouted, an echo down through the ages like the voices of the old Taux. She wrenched at him with all her considerable strength, but he still sank into the wall.
Jelith tasted stone, mortar, dust, old death, horror, and then the blood-drenched bedrock of the underground. He staggered free, gasped for air, and found himself in a wide corridor of polished onyx, inlaid with bands of blood red quartz. There were no lamps but light seeped from the stone. An instant later, something slammed into him from behind. He turned and found himself staring up at Kryranen.
She staggered, caught him by the shoulder to steady herself. "That was unexpected," she gasped. "Are we on the other side of the wall?"
Jelith turned, eyeing the strange corridor, the stranger light. "I fear not." He hadn't sensed this space from the other side. This was something of the otherworld, something the spirits had created.
"I suppose that was to be expected. I--" Her grip on his shoulder tightened, and she said, "We could ask them."
Jelith looked behind him, and his heart seized.
Figures moved down the corridor toward them. They seemed human, though their faces and forms were too shadowy to discern. Their motion forward was measured and as inevitable as the tide. "This...is not good," Jelith said under his breath.
"Astute observation," Kryranen muttered. She raised her voice to say, "We mean no harm. We've told the householder to seal off the wall of your temple and leave it undisturbed--"
The figures morphed out of human form and into looming, terrible shapes that Jelith's eyes couldn't define. In a body, the shadow creatures rushed forward.
They didn't care for that, Jelith thought as he fell back with Kryranen, drawing his sword. Then the darkness swarmed them and there was no time to think.
The creatures were just solid enough to land blows, but not much affected by Jelith and Kryranen's swords. Jelith ducked, blocked, and swung, dodged attempts to seize his throat, his limbs, to claw at his eyes, all while trying to keep Kryranen in sight. If they were separated... He didn't want to contemplate it.
Then he spotted living color and movement among the shadow-shapes. He caught two glimpses before he managed to duck another a blow aimed at his head and get a better look. He boggled at the strange sight. It was a human woman, dancing wildly among the shadows. She was light-skinned and light-haired, dressed in torn silk draped around her like a... Shroud, Jelith realized. It's her.
Acting on impulse, he darted forward and snatched her around the waist. She was as solid as the shadows, and struggled and pounded at him. He had lost his bearings in the melee and shouted desperately, "Kryranen, wall!" hoping she would understand.
A large warm body struck him like a runaway cart. It caught hold of his shoulders and slammed him into the onyx stone. Jelith drew on every ounce of his element and pushed forward into the wall.
For an instant he thought it wouldn't work. The stone felt as impenetrable as wood. Then it melted around him. He felt the drag of Kryranen's body and of the fighting revenant, then Kryranen started to slip away. In panic, he gripped her hand where it rested on his shoulder and shoved forward.
A moment later he slammed into a floor. Kryranen landed on top of him with a loud "oof!" and rolled away. Dazed, Jelith sat up.
They were back in the underground storage chamber. On the wall before them was a roughly Jelith-sized scar, chunks of mortar and rock scattered around it. There was nothing on the other side of the wall except bedrock. Jelith looked for the revenant, then realized he sat in the middle of a pile of scattered bones and rotted cloth, all that was left of her. He looked at Kryranen, who was covered with rock dust, her clothes stained with sweat, but otherwise seemed none the worse for wear. Breathing hard, she said, "I think our work here is done."
"I concur. Let us wait for our employers outside."
***
They took a table cover from the pantry and used it to carefully and quickly collect every scrap of bone, then went outside to sit on a bench in the courtyard and wait for the stonemasons. Jelith chose a wooden bench, just for safety's sake, and they rested their feet on the sparse grass.
"I suppose the Taux spirits took advantage of her," Kryranen said. "I still would have liked to speak to her."
"I don't know. She looked as if she was enjoying herself. She might not have been forthcoming." It was disappointing, but Jelith was not willing to trade their lives for answers.
Kryranen hesitated. "So... That temple corridor. It was not behind the wall, was it."
"No."
"If we went into that temple -- Powers help us -- and searched, we would find nothing like that."
"Yes."
"So where were we?" She frowned. "Did we imagine it, and fought shadows in the cellar until you pulled the girl's bones from the wall?"
"If it makes you feel better."
"It does not," she said frankly.
He shook his head. "We search a dangerous place, for dangerous things. I think our future holds much worse, if we continue in our course." It was his turn to hesitate. "Was it perhaps... Do you wish to stop our work?"
She sighed. "No. Sometimes I wish I could, but... Perhaps we are possessed, or influenced, like Vatel."
It was not a comforting thought, there in the dark. "Perhaps we are just mad," Jelith said hopefully.
Kryranen smiled at him. "At least we are good company."
end
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Tom Pulk
Hey figured this was the best place to put this. There is a new book coming out from Harper Collins Activation Degradation By: Marina J. Lostetter the reason I am posting this is the publishers summary says Publisher's Summary The Murderbot Diaries makes first contact in this new, futuristic stand-alone novel exploring sentience and artificial intelligence through the lenses of conflicted robot hero Unit Four, from Marina Lostetter, critically acclaimed author of Noumenon, Noumenon Infinity, and Noumenon Ultra. I don't know if this is an issue for you or your publisher with the statemenet since it seems like the two series are almost linked. Hope this comes to someone's attention.
Shalea Rhodes
Oh, I love this!
