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The Hunt of Anim
By S. Lei Pyke
Chapter 1:
The Year of the King, 1972
Thelembi crouched behind the waste barrels of the slaughterhouse, panting. In
front of him, hounds bayed in their frustration; their noses alternatively on the ground and
in the air. They wouldnt find him; he had learned the trick of confusing them.
Thelembi was coated in offal from the barrels he crouched behind, covered in
rotting hide that had been set out for the waste carter. The carter would not come until
the hunt was gone, so Thelembi felt relatively safe.
He held open a tiny tin of Dust; a powerful, illegal drug. It was made from the
spores of a naturally occurring fungus that was unique to the Undercity. He always had
some for exactly this occasion.
He could barely breathe for the stink, but the alternative was sure death. One of
the dogs sniffed at his pile and he closed his eyes, praying that he would not be
discovered. It stuffed its nose into the can and then sneezed, blowing the Dust
everywhere. Thelembi held his breath, but too late. He had to stop himself from
swearing as the tingle of dust stung his nostrils. His eyes watered as he stifled his own
urge to sneeze. Soon, his nostrils burned with the Dust. Other dogs came to sniff thepile. When they began to chew on the hide, Thelembi despaired for his life.
To his relief, the master gave a shrill whistle, commanding the dogs to get out of
the scraps. With a snort, the first dog hiked his leg and pissed on Thelembis pile. The
master on his masyth gave the signal to search the next street. It groaned and unfurled its
wings a bit. The draconic beast was easily fifteen feet long from end to end, though it
was only about three feet across at its widest spot. Its rider sat in the saddle with his bow
at the ready, his legs occupying the place where the creatures arms and front shoulder
blades had once been.
The masters hounds grouped around the legs of the masyth, yipping with
excitement. The master lifted his horn to his lips, sounded three notes in rapid
succession, and waited. Form three or four directions, Thelembi could not quite tell,
similar blasts echoed. With a sharp curse, the master jerked his masyth around and
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jabbed it into motion. The hounds trotted after, their tongues lolling, their tails erect.
Thelembi smiled. Soon, the dogs would be seizing or insane.
Still, Thelembi waited. Two hundred feet overhead, the ceiling of B district was
lost in a haze of light. It was saffron colored, but Thelembi did not know the difference.
He had never seen light of any other color. Newcomers to Undercity claimed that the
hunters never came after night on the surface, but night was only a legend to Thelembi.
The Undercity never got dark.
The distant baying of the dogs told him that the hounds had found alternative prey
to chase. With a sigh, he climbed out of his gristly hiding place. He stripped down on
the spot, scraping the gore and offal off of his pale flesh to the best of his ability. The
clothes would be no good now, but he could find more soon enough. Reaching back into
his hiding place, he withdrew a pouch. Opening it, he counted twenty gold crownsa
fortune beyond his wildest dreams. This was worth hiding in gore.
He had stolen it from a slaver who had come to the outer districts to capture
young children for the slave markets. The man had drunk himself comatose on a distilled
spirit of wheat and dust called Larq. Thelembi had been watching the market assemble,
marking his order of theft from the roof of an inn when the roof had collapsed under his
weight. When the slaver did not stir, Thelembi had relieved him of his purse. With luck,
the innkeeper would believe that the man ruined the crumbling inns roof. He had
escaped without notice. The buildings were derelict enough that they collapsed all the
time.
All of this was common. Illegal fortunes were made and lost in B at the whim of
the gods. Now that the unfortunate slavers gold was his, he would be changing these
coins out for less conspicuous ones. Gold coins were sought after, but not truly wanted.
To keep them meant death more often than good fortune, but to reap their reward they
were best when exchanged.
This left him in a very uncomfortable situation. In only an hour, he would be
raving in the effects of Dust. The Hunt was baying and sounding deeper into the district.
They would not give up on him so easily, but he had escaped them for now. He knew that
he was still in danger.
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Quietly, he raced off away from the dogs. He was the fastest runner in B district,
though he never revealed it to anyone. He saved his speed only for times like this, when
the Hunt would not leave the district.
The Hunt was a vicious blood sport popular with the nobles of Arynstar. They
would select one citizen of the Undercity to hunt like a beast of prey and pursue that
person until it was cornered. Then they would watch and compose poems as the
unfortunate was ripped apart by the dogs. It was a foul tribute to the goddess Anim, the
Kings deity of stealth and cunning.
It seemed that the hunt was always after him. He had escaped twenty of them in
his lifetime, including this one, which made him a legend among the urchins of Undercity
who regarded him as an immortal hero. Rumors he had overheard said that the hunt, too,
regarded him as a master prize. His fame among the urchins and crime bosses kept him
safe from the locals but none would aid him either, especially at a time like this.
He stopped to urinate, but he couldnt squeeze out a dribble. Fear still had a
stranglehold on his loins. Still, he laughed at his attempt. He scratched his filthy,
prominent ribs and tried to think of an escape. He tugged on his long, platinum braid in
frustration.
He had to get clean somehow or even the hunter would smell him, and he had to
get off the streets before the hallucinations started. He was already feeling numbness in
his face as the drug was starting to turn off his pain receptors. He was too far from his
home to reach it in time, and it was not the safest place to go when he knew he would be
raving and insensible.
Carefully, he climbed up the crumbling wall of the nearest building and raced
across the closely spaced, flat rooftops, praying that each one would hold his weight.
There was only one place in B district that he could go for refuge. It was a place where
the hunt did not dare to go. It was the temple of Meranna.
The temple of Meranna was unlike any building in B District. It seemed to be
made of living stone. It towered above all the other buildings, but showed no signs of
breakage. Its entire outer surface, from the floor to the lofty ceiling of the Undercity, was
intricately carved with arcane writing and images of creatures that he had never seen
before. Coming close to the temple, he could smell clean water in the air. He had been
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near the place before, and had accepted water from the priestesses who filled the cisterns,
but he had never been inside.
Chapter 2:
The guard at the door of the temple of Meranna appraised him with a look of
sheer disgust, holding her left hand to her face and tracing a superstitious sign in the air to
ward off disease. In contrast to the impressive natural structure of the building, the door
was tiny and obviously man-made. The larger entrance was blocked by the hewn stone
of the protective wall. It was high enough and wide enough for guards to be posted along
the top, but Thelembi never saw anyone atop it. What he was more interested in was the
gate that separated him from the entrance.
Guard, I need sanctuary. I am pursued by the agents of Anim. The guard
sneered, looking around.
You are lying.
I am not lying! Please. . .Ill give alms. he pleaded, flashing a crown from his
pouch. The Temple of Meranna normally did not admit any male whatsoever, but they
had been known to grant sanctuary to refugees from the kings gods. This was his last
chance. He hated to give up even one of his treasures, but having them would not matter
if he was dead. Her expression changed, seeing the gold coin. Thelembi knew that the
promise of gold would work. Giving money to Merannas temple was illegal for some
reason.
I can bring you into the gate and protect you until the hunt disperses, but because
you are male, you must gain permission to enter the temple itself. She unlocked the
gate, and Thelembi rushed in. The guard took his coin.
Thank you. He said as he sat behind the stone wall. The passage through the
outer wall was wider than the gate, leaving a lip where a gate guard could hide if
necessary, and peek out to assess a situation. This is all I will need. Tears began
running down his face. He could not stop them. He knew he was safe.
I am Bucera the temple guard. She said. What is your name so that I can send
it inward?
I am Thelembi. He said between wracking sobs.
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Bucera turned and whistled. A young girl came out of the small entrance. The
guard said something that Thelembi could not understand. The young girls eyes went
wide and she disappeared back into the temple.
The guard eyed Thelembi with suspicion and disgust. He looked up at her with
bloodshot eyes. She crouched, handing him a rag for his face. He took it and began
wiping, but the rag was soon ruined. Bucera said nothing, but tensed when the sound of
the hounds came closer.
They really are hunting you, boy. I believe you. She said quietly, returning his
coin. He shook his head.
Take it into the temple. I wont need it if I die.
You wont die. She said. Thelembi stood and looked out the gate. He could
hear the hounds coming closer.
Lord Cet is on his masyth today. We will have to fight. Bucera barked a grim
laugh and took out her staff. Even in the temple of Meranna, citizens were not allowed to
use metal tools.
Is that so? I dont believe he can. There is magic in this place, and it protects
itself. Why do you think I am the only guard here?
They will scent me through the wall. They will scent my trail up to the gate. I
was not careful.
It does not matter. They will have to leave soon.
I think that they are determined this time.
Maybe. I have never known them to be able to distinguish one urchin from
another. She said. They hunted me too, once. I came here for sanctuary and the
priestesses offered me this job instead. Thelembis head jerked. He looked at her.
You were an urchin too?
Oh, yes. Mine and my sisters lover was a boy. He had the same name as you.
He was famous, you know. You were probably named after him. Has Thelembi become
a popular name in the district? Thelembi shook his head, wiping his eyes .
What happened to him?
He led me here and dashed off with the hounds right at his heels and his brother
on his back. He was fast, you know. He said that we were slowing him, and so he saved
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us by putting us here. He realized that she was talking about him, but he couldnt
understand how she could be speaking about him as if it was a long time ago.
Do you remember what you did together? he asked thickly.
Hah! As if I could forget. We used to be the talk of the district! If only Zohra
hadnt died, we could have been truly famous.
How famous? He asked, a lump forming in his throat. He had known this
woman, but he didnt understand why she looked so old. She had silver in her hair.
Tsch. Maybe famous enough to leave this place. Man, could he fight. And run.
And steal. He could cut up an enemy too, with a wooden dagger, no less! A real fighter,
that one. And we loved him. None of the merchants purses were safe. You know, you
really remind me of him. You have his body. I shouldnt be telling you this.
This reminds you of that day. I remind you of him. He said simply.
You are guileless. Thelembi looked up, confused. He didnt understand the
word. Bucera shook her head. He was like that too, with women.
You rutted with him. Thelembi said, smirking.
Bucera colored.
I was one of his girls, right? It never came to anything, but my sister had a child
by him. That girl I called to run in. She was born right before that hunt. I think that is
the only reason he brought me here at all.
Thats not possible! Shes too old! Thelembi shouted. Bucera shushed him
and looked nervously out. One of the dogs could be seen out in the street. Thelembi put
his hand over his mouth as it lifted its cruel, fanged muzzle and bayed. Thelembi uttered
a sharp string of curses. Bucera looked down. Her eyes betrayed fear of Thelembi, not
the dogs.
Why do you care, urchin? she asked nervously. Is he your dad? Hmm? You
sure act like him. They locked eyes and glared at each other. Thelembi was about to tell
her no, but thought better of it, noticing her astonished expression.
Your eyes. . . Thelembi cocked his head. That was not the response he was
expecting.
Excuse me? The guard pointed her quarterstaff at him.
Can you use magic? Thelembis mouth dropped open.
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What? Are you crazy? This is not the time. The dogs--
How many years have you? Thelembi shrugged. He glanced out the gate as the
huge masyth landed in the temple square. The dogs rushed at the gate.
I dunno. . .fifteen, twenty. . .maam! Your gate! The guard ignored the first of
the dogs as they slammed their bodies against the gate and instantly died in a blaze of
light. At the pungent scent of fried canine, Bucera looked over her shoulder and shook
her head at the charred corpses.
Priestesses of Meranna! You have a boy in your midst. His hair is long so he
may appear to be a young woman. Send him out or let me come in to get him. He would
profane your lovely temple. Lord Cets voice boomed across the temple courtyard.
Bucera scowled and turned away from Thelembi.
Bastard lord, you have no authority among the churches of the Maestros. Go
back to your demons and die. Bucera shouted. The whole temple seemed to shake and
amplify her voice, which thundered across the courtyard. The hounds whined and
huddled together. The masyth bowed to the ground, shrieking and honking in terror.
Bucera smiled fiercely.
You cannot hold onto him forever. Your god would not permit it. Have you
granted him sanctuary?
We grant sanctuary to all those trying to escape demons. Bucera thundered.
Cet tried to goad his masyth forward, but it would not budge. With a curse, he jumped
off and stabbed it in the head with his sword. It stuck in the beasts head. Bucera cursed.
Killing your mount wont help you this time. You cannot approach. Meranna
knows your sorceries. Bucera turned to Thelembi. Hang on, this is going to get
rough.
As soon as she said it, Thelembi watched in horror as Cet seemed to draw light
and blood from his freshly killed mount. He was muttering in a strange tongue that
Thelembi had never before heard, but the sound of it set his teeth on edge. With a
muffled thump, a wave of magic rocked the protective outer wall. Bits of stone came
loose from the man-made structure and skittered around, somehow missing both Bucera
and Thelembi. Bucera grabbed Thelembi and covered his eyes, just as everything around
them went white. The ground shook and the air seemed to split and scream around him.
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When their vision cleared, they looked out. Every beast and man-at-arms in Cets retinue
had been reduced to a fine gray powder, but Cet stood in the middle of it, laughing.
Thelembi could see his brimstone eyes from across the courtyard. Bucera uttered a foul
string of curses.
What is he? Thelembi asked, shaken.
Not human. She said, Demon bred.
Very well, there will be other hunts. He said, brushing off his burned skin.
Underneath was a layer of inhuman flesh that was so awful that Thelembi could not look
at him. Cet was standing with every muscle exposed, yet he did not bleed out. Coating
his raw muscles was a net of pulsing green threads. His teeth were jagged and feral and
he sported the canines of a dog.
You cannot hold him forever. Anim has marked him, and she will get what she
wants in the end. Not even Caius can stop her. Your Meranna has no chance.
Go on, you bastard, or I will call down another strike and we shall see if you can
withstand it without a skin to wear. The demonic man paced, considering.
You tell that boy that because he was a coward and hid among women, I had to
kill fifty in this district tonight, and I will kill another to wear his skin before I leave. Let
him chew on that. Cet walked away, reveling in his grotesque form. Thelembi hid his
head in his arms and slumped against the wall. Buceras attention instantly turned to
Thelembi.
Well, you. Dont lie to me any more. Are you marked?
I . . .I dont know what youre talking about. He said, looking up at the butt of
her staff.
You are not human at all!
What? Thats insane!
No. . .you cant be. . .Thirty. She said. If its like they said. . .Thelembi? My
Thelembi?
Yeah, the same as I have ever been. Glad you finally figured it out. She paled,
and brought her staff down over his head, stunning him. Black Manni. He groaned,
calling her by her street name as he clutched his head. She trembled from head to foot.
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You may enter. She said venomously, looking into his eyes. She dropped her
staff and took his hands, helping him to his feet.
Thelembi was confused, but he had the gut feeling from years of life on the streets
that though he had been given permission, this was no longer a good idea. He took
another step back, but Bucera was ready for him to run. She seized his hand again as he
tried to pull it out of her grip. Instinctively he jerked, but her grip was now like iron.
Let me go if you ever loved me! I just wanted sanctuary from Anims hunt!
Cets gone now, so let me go. Cmon Manni!
Its not about us anymore. You MUST enter. Dont you want the blessing of
Meranna?
No! I just wanted sanctuary, thats all. Im glad youre still alive, just. .
.whatever we had was a long time ago right? Is that little girl really my daughter?
She squeezed his wrist until it began to pop. Thelembi stopped struggling, and he
cried out pain. She shoved him face first through the waist high door and poked him until
he crawled in. He was trapped.
Let me out! He shouted as the door closed, plunging him into the darkness of
the entrance.
Your fate is in the hands of Meranna! I dont want to hurt you, but you cannot
leave now. The priestesses commanded me to usher in any with eyes like yours. Though
Id rather kill you for what you did to Zohra. she answered. Thelembi grasped his
injured wrist.
What I did? She was never strong! The kid was too much for her!
No, you Daitari bastard! Your kid killed her!
Daitari? Im not a demon!
Just go! said Bucera, her voice laden with tears. I let you in. Just go. You
cannot leave until you speak to the attendant. Her name is Ceras. And if you see your
daughter she is called Thanni.
Chapter 3:
Thelembi sat against the cool stone, hurt, confused, frightened, and angry all at
once. His head brushed the ceiling of the tunnel, obviously designed so that the
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worshippers would all come into the sanctuary in a humble posture. As he touched the
walls, squiggly lines of writing glowed. Thelembi only guessed that they were prayers of
some sort; he was illiterate. There was no way out of the tunnel but toward the other end
into the sanctuary. He began to crawl forward.
As he crawled, he cursed his luck, Anim and the Dust, but he held his tongue
about his thoughts of Meranna. He believed in gods, but trusted none of them. None had
ever done him good. To be cursing one in her own temple when she obviously wished
him ill was foolish. He reached the end after what seemed like an eternity of painful
crawling on all fours. Even through the dust induced numbness, pain shot up from his
wrist.
He was blinded as he opened the door to the sanctuary. He had never seen such a
bright place before. The light shone pure white, but to him it looked washed in purple.
He stopped as spots swam before his eyes, overwhelmed. He backed hastily into the dark
entryway once more.
He sat there, staring in fascination until the spots cleared and he could see into the
sanctuary. Cautiously, he got up, minding his feet. They were numb. It took him a few
tries to lift them off the floor without stumbling. As he slowly lurched forward, the
young girl appeared before him out of the mist, but squeaked and hustled away when she
saw him. It was the young girlsupposedly his daughter. She looked to be about ten,
which troubled Thelembi to the core. He did not remember it being that long ago.
Wait, Thanni! he called, but the girl did not reappear.
The magnificent, ancient interior of the temple arced above him as high as the
outer building. The white light of the temple hurt his eyes. Strange, humid air obscured
the view of the ceiling. Thelembi thought he was starting to hallucinate, seeing that
strange air. The floor was a series of causeways over more water than Thelembi had ever
seen in his life.
He paused to look at himself in the water. He was filthy and his long hair dangled
in thin dirty strands, having come loose from his braid in the chase. His face, though
coated in blood and offal from the slaughterhouse, was young. Black Manni looked so
old, every inch of her looking worn and tired though she was only twenty-five. He still
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looked like a child on the edge of adulthood in his reflection. Looking at his reflection,
he could not understand how it could be possible that ten years had passed.
She had commented on his eyes though. He looked closer, inspecting them. They
were much different from their original color. Of all the urchins who prowled and
scurried in the streets, none that he had ever seen had threads of gold running through
purple irises the way he and his brother did. The change had been a recent one. His eyes
used to be gray. The water was so clean and so pure that it reflected his image perfectly.
He was ashamed of his filth in comparison to the temple. With all the water in the
temple, he figured that it would not be too bad to just take a small bit to wipe his face, if
anything to clear it of the lines his tears had etched into the dried blood on his cheeks
Just as he touched the water, a jolt wracked his body. He drew his hand back with
a cry of pain, but felt somewhat better for having touched it. He considered the water for
a long moment before slowly lowering his hand down into the water. It tingled through
his whole body, refreshing him as if he had eaten a full meal. He was just about to take
some when a female hand jerked him away, making him sprawl on the walkway. He
looked up into the face of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Stunned, he could
only stare.
That is water directly from the Arynstar Spring. She yanked him to his feet by
his hair. How did you touch that? Explain yourself!
I didnt know, oh gods, is it really? Sorry, the guard just let me in. I . . . Ill go
back out! He squirmed in terror of what he had done.
Why would Bucera let you in boy . . . Especially before permission was given?
Ask her! he said.
What did she say to you?
She was a lover once, thats all, I swear! And Lord Cet! And the Light! And
then. . . She called me a Daitari! I . . . Im no sorcerer, I cant do magic! Im not noble,
Im just a citizen.
Look into my eyes. She said, lifting his chin. He suddenly felt as if there was
no other choice but to do her bidding. He looked up into purple and gold eyes that were
faded almost white but otherwise just like his. Thelembi squirmed, trying to avert his
eyes. She dropped him to the floor with a sigh.
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Very well. You wanted sanctuary, and you will have it. Follow me. He cowered
on the floor, having never before seen a person with such natural authority, strength and
ageless beauty. He held his pouch tight to his chest.
Who are you? He asked, not daring to look up. Let me go, please. I want to
know what I did to invite your wrath. I can make amends. . . He opened his pouch.
I am the attendant of Meranna, Ceras Indra. She said, taking his pouch. You
have done no wrong to atone for . . . yet. She looked at him with distaste and then
helped him stand. As he cowered, she looked down upon him. She didnt stare as
intently this time, but Thelembi still shuddered. So you were under our noses all this
time. She said enigmatically.
You were looking for me?
I listen to the rumors whispered by the acolytes. I have heard about you and
your brother, but little did I know that you should have been sought by us. The
priestesses are not allowed outside the temple grounds anymore. Come, you have much
to learn, and your nakedness is not appropriate here.
Sought by you? Ceras stopped and looked over her shoulder.
You are a daitari, Thelembi. You belong here. She said. He retreated from her,
crouching like a frightened beast.
But. . . he showed Ceras his wrist, which was already swollen double it natural
size. Ceras frowned.
I apologize. Bucera is not gentle. I believe I shall speak to her. She may have
gotten overzealous. She said quietly, You are not in trouble. I knew when the waters
wards did not kill you immediately that you were not human. Did you know that you are
older than you look? She walked past him, expecting him to follow.
Black ManniI mean Bucera said thirty, maam. He mumbled. She said that
girl is my daughter. Ceras stopped and spun to face him.
What girl? she demanded.
She said Thanni. He said. Her sisters daughter. She was only a baby when I
saw her last. How is this possible, maam?
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Thanni. Said Ceras. I never thought to test her. . .no matter, I would have
found out soon enough. Tell me, Thelembi, how you have survived ten years on the
streets without knowing how much time has passed?
I dont have a crowd, maam. Its just men Rahli these days. He found that he
could not keep secrets from Ceras. After Zohra and Black Manni, we decided it was
safer to live our lives alone.
Wise enough. So there are no more bastard children from you?
How should I know? Dyou think I keep track? He shrugged. Ceras looked
over her shoulder with a scathing stare. Thelembi fidgeted, knowing that he had said the
wrong thing.
Er, maam, Ive made a copper or two, understand? An Im healthy. Thats
more than a lot of us can say out there. Ceras grunted in disgust and motioned him
inward.
He began to shuffle forward on his numb feet, marveling at how her flawless,
dusky skin and raven black hair stood out beautifully against the alabaster and cerulean
pillars as she walked away from him. He tried to take in everything at once, when
translucent images began to fill his vision. With a feeling of pure dread, he knew he was
finally beginning to hallucinate. A strange image of a crystal horned beast of burden
walked beside Ceras. She was surrounded in a white aura that only enhanced her beauty.
Thelembi shook his head, trying to clear his vision, but it would not clear.
Youre so beautiful. He muttered numbly, unable to stop his thoughts from
entering his mouth. Ceras stopped abruptly, looking at him over her shoulder.
Of all the beauty I see you marveling over, you choose me. I am nothing.
Thelembi blushed, scratching his head, but he could not feel it. He looked at the white
causeway and it tilted at an odd angle. He felt himself lose his balance. She caught him
before he tipped into the water. She slapped him, trying to keep him from passing out, but
he only felt the pressure of the hand as it connected with his cheek. What is wrong with
you? she demanded.
Dust. . . she dropped him on the causeway in disgust. He got up slowly, feeling
nothing, though he knew he had hit his head hard. He watched as she drew water into a
stone bowl from the forbidden pools. With an iron grip, she grabbed him and tried to
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force the cup to his lips. Knowing what the water was, he tried to refuse it, bucking
against her grip, but her strength was incredible. It was like trying to bend metal.
Please no. . .please. . .I will pay you! Anything, anything, just let me go. I have
a brother that cannot live without me. . .please. Its not my fault! I only use it to hurt the
dogs. . .I . . .they sneezed it in my face. He tried to explain, his tears leaving more grimy
trails down his cheeks. Ceras looked down at him without mercy. Finally, she forced the
liquid down his throat. A bolt of electricity lanced through him, clearing his head but not
quite returning his senses. She sighed and set him down, and then pushed him forward.
He stumbled, still unable to feel his feet.
Am I going to die? he asked, his brain not quite catching up to his actions. She
smiled, but it was not pleasant. This time, as she moved, she kept a hand on him to
steady him. He stumbled forward.
No.
She led him into the thick mist at the back of the temple. He had never seen such
a thing and balked, unwilling to cross it. He couldnt see Ceras, even though he could
feel her hand on his back.
What is this? He asked, hardly daring to breathe.
This? It is just a fog bank, a cloud.
What is it? Ceras frowned.
When there is water in the air itself. I pity you for never having seen the sky.
What is a sky? Thelembi was confused. Ceras shook her head and simply
pushed him through the cloud bank and into the tunnels of the temple dormitories.
There were girls beyond the fog bank holding brushes and towels, but Ceras
shooed them away. She led him onward to a private bath. It was carved out of the floor,
and made of the same stone as the outer temple. Thelembi hesitated.
Well go on, boy, the water cant kill you.
But you said
Arynstar spring water is poisonous to humans. You are not human. Step in or I
will throw you in. She picked up a brush and a cloth, and then took off her robes so that
she stood only in her shift. Thelembi watched with interest. Ceras ignored his stare. She
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took his hand roughly and led him in. Thelembi shuddered as a thrill of magic and
electricity enveloped his body. He wanted to bolt, but Ceras held him firmly.
You havent had a bath before, I take it?
Not since I was ten or so, lady. Before the fire. And never in this water. It does
not hurt you?
Ah no. No, it cannot hurt me. I belong to Meranna and this is her water. She
made him sit on the stone ledge. She began scrubbing the grime from him. Though he
was filthy, the water did not become fouled.
That fire was almost twenty years ago. It helps me place you. I dont suppose
you ever knew your real parents?
We were found at an oasis by a slaver. Thats all mama would ever say. He
choked as she poured water over his head and began scrubbing at his hair. He had never
cut it in his life, and though it had been singed once, it had never been completely shorn.
It never tangled, though. When it was free of its braid, it hung in cascading sheets of
absolutely straight hair.
I once had hair like this as well. As dark as Ceras was, Thelembi found it hard
to imagine her as pale as he was.
Your priestesses, are they all human?
Yes. Thousands of generations have come and gone, young Theli, but I am the
only Servant here. The rest fled long ago as Meranna commanded. There, see?
Underneath that grime, your fingers are golden. She examined Thelembis hands. He
also looked at them, amazed. His fingernails and tips were shiny, as if they had been
dipped in precious metal.
They looked normal before. What did you do to them? He felt them, but they
felt like normal fingertips.
I did nothing. They were just filthy. This is natural, see? She showed her own
hands with the same golden tips. Hers were much longer, and there was no evidence of a
nail so much as the whole tip formed a sharp claw. They will become claws like mine in
time. That is your linyth ancestry. Now that you are clean, they stand out brilliantly.
Theyre just a bit shinier. Rahli doesnt have this on his fingertips. Ceras
frowned.
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The light in the district is yellow, is it not? How silly of me! How would you
know yellow from white? Youre just like my poor girls! She got up and fetched the
pouch from her robes. Searching in the bag, she pulled out a gold and a silver piece and
dipped them into the water to clean them.
What color is this piece? she asked, holding up the gold.
White, maam. He said. She held up the silver piece.
And this?
The same, maam. Silver is the same color as gold, maam. Ceras sighed.
Well, that will pass if you stay here for very long. The light in here is the same
as it ever was, and unlike humans, your eyes will adjust.
Gold is a different color? Yellow you say?
You understand yellow, at least.
The merchants from the surface always grumble about it, but we always thought it was
something strange. Surface dwellers talk about crazy things all the time.
When she finished with him, his skin was scrubbed, revealing a color so pale that
it was obvious that he was a citizen of the undercity. Thelembi got out of the bath and
noticed that all of his injuries were healed. Quietly, like a mother, Ceras dried him and
dressed him in a soft robe and hustled him into the sanctuary. He was made to lie on the
cold stone before the altar. Strangely, he felt more comfortable than he had felt in a long
time. He found that he could not keep his eyes open.
Chapter 4:
Rise, Thelembi. We have been waiting for you. called a voice. Slowly, he
opened his eyes, realizing that he was still alive. That he was not dead shook him to the
core. With a groan, he got to his knees.
You are truly blessed to be here. said a young, timid female voice. He looked
up, seeing the speaker. It was Thanni hovering over him holding a stone bowl of water.
He drank from it and instantly felt better. The shock of it helped him wake up. As he
slowly stood, he looked past the girl to the image of Meranna, standing with a staff in one
hand and a pitcher of water in the other, from which flowed the spring water that filled
the outer sanctuary. Ceras sat on the altar itself, watching patiently.
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Why? Why am I alive? he croaked, awed by the sheer power he felt coursing
through the room. His voice echoed in his head. Thanni handed him another cup of
water, which he gulped down greedily.
Because you are not human. Ceras said kindly. And Bucera is right. You are
Thannis father. Thelembi felt the blood drain from his lips. Thanni dropped the bowl,
and it shattered on the floor.
Why? was all he could think to say.
I know you are not stupid. How else do you think it happened? Thannis
mouth worked silently and she bolted. Ceras did not stop her. Thelembi scowled. That
was not what he had meant, and he could tell that she knew it.
Such a shy girl. She troubles me, Thelembi. I have never before missed a daitari
entering this temple. We havent had an infant initiate here for thousands of years and I
missed it entirely. I dont even think I ever thought to divine her ancestry. said Ceras as
she got off of the altar. Are you comfortable? I have food for you, though I had hoped
that Thanni would have a little more courage than this.
You gave her the water, didnt you.
Yes. I broke the news to her last night. She is not taking it well, as you can see.
You could have waited.
No. Not about this. I had to take her off of my acolyte rosters immediately.
Ceras handed him a basket full of mushrooms, fruit and bread. Thelembi had never seen
fruit before. He lifted up the red globe and sniffed it. It smelled sweet, almost like
alcohol.
Those are Fujain from our hidden temple orchard. The god-emperor would have
our hides nailed to the wall if he knew that they were still growing down here.
Why maam? Ceras sighed.
You can thank the god-Emperor for that. These fruits used to feed the entire city,
but now, there are only a few trees outside of his control.
She picked one out of the basket and bit into it. The inside was a deep purple, and
the juice ran down her chin. Cautiously, Thelembi copied her. The flesh of the fruit was
unlike anything he had tasted, and he wolfed it down greedily. The pit in the center
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crunched as well, and it had a bitter flavor that was not quite pleasant. Ceras smiled and
pulled another from her robe.
You are like a little child. The pit is soft, but you should not eat it raw. We save
them and roast them. She said, running her fingers through his hair. I suppose that is
what comes of life down here. She smiled and sat next to him. Soon, a priestess came
in with Thanni in tow. The priestess glanced at the picnic that Ceras was spreading and
frowned disapprovingly.
Attendant, the sanctuary is not a picnic grounds. hissed the high priestess.
Thelembi looked at Thanni, who was struggling to escape.
And so? If I wish to have lunch in the presence of my goddess, I will do so. Be
silent or go elsewhere. The priestess blushed and bowed.
Of course, attendant. I am sorry to have disturbed you. But what about the
young daitari?
Thanni can stay or go. This young man is her father, after all. Let her do as she
wishes. The priestess let her go. Thanni stood, looking between the priestess and Ceras.
Quietly, she sat and picked out a fujain.
I will stay, high priestess, attendant Ceras. She said.
Good girl. Said Ceras. You are dismissed human. She waived away the high
priestess. Thelembi watched her leave.
Well, Theli. I have been doing some checking. You are probably about twenty-
nine. That puts you at just the right age.
For what, maam?
Why, for you to start expressing your natural magic. You must have been guided
here to have shown up this year.
How do I use this magic, maam? Can it help me heal Rahli?
It cannot help what has already died. It cannot heal your brothers flesh. Not
even the gods can restore that.
Then what good are they? he demanded.
I will forgive your question, though you should know that they are worthy of
your respect.
I have to bring Rahli here. Youve been kind. I really am not human?
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Need you ask again? Yes, of course you should bring Rahli here. I have been
very lonely. Even those who come here to seek her path always leave me. Never in all
my service has even one daitari come to me from within the city.
Where do they go? he asked.
Out. Out of here, long ago. Even the ones that come from elsewhere return to
wherever they came from. Nobody lingers in this pit. I was chosen among all of us to
remain so that those who came to this temple seeking the long path of the Servant could
be guided safely upon it.
What is this path? Why do they seek it? as soon as he asked, the entire
sanctuary seemed to hum. Awed by the sheer power he felt coursing through the room,
he reached out to Ceras, who took his hands. Thanni also clung to Ceras.
Easy, little one. Your father has asked the right question. Meranna is quite
anxious that you join me. Theli, you must do so now, but Thanni will have the benefit of
training for this. She is too young yet, but what you and I are to talk about, she must also
know. She is learning this for the first time as well. Her voice echoed in his head. As
for the others, they asked because they, like you, Rahli, Thanni and me, are cursed.
Ceras said kindly. Thelembi felt the blood drain from his lips.
Why? was all he could think to say. The priestess frowned.
I have divined that it was your mothers sin. Your father was not human. There
was an orgy to Ruex of Anim. Thelembi trembled.
I was hunted from birth?
Yes and no. I know what Anim does. You were not supposed to have survived.
Usually the babies are left at an oasis for animals to devour. That makes you all the more
precious.
You are not going to hand me over
Dont you dare think that again! Ceras shouted. Thelembi cowered.
How do you know this?
Well, I did ask the spies, but I also used divination. I am the oracle of Meranna
here. said Ceras.
I am immortal like you?
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Not yet. You have to walk the long path of the Servant to be like me. That is the
way that Meranna intended for you.
So Meranna wants to force herself on me. Thelembi said. Ceras scowled.
Bite your tongue. Thanni! Recite to him Merannas will! Thanni stood and
cleared her throat.
Meranna the most holy mother of magic forces herself upon no man. She is a
loving companion, aunt, and friend to all who seek her in earnest. It is the law of the
Maestros that no human shall have taken from him the right of free will. This is one of
the laws that separates humans from the three. Ceras smiled as Thanni curtsied and sat
again, more confidently. Ceras patted her on the head in a matronly way.
You see, it is simple enough for a child to recite. I do not blame you for hating
the gods, but watch your tongue. She hears you here. She forces herself on no man, not
even daitari, though because half of your lineage comes from the linyth, she would
certainly have a right to do so. The choice is yours.
And if I refuse?
Then from here forward you will only have about ten years to live, and they will
not be pleasant. Your brother will also begin to use magic and change as well. I do not
want that for either of you.
Well see. Thelembi grumped, folding his arms. Ceras sighed.
Our scouts have reported that the hunt is gone. Youve been asleep two days
before the altar. You werent lying when you said he was targeting you. We have spies
on the surface that say that the Huntmaster family is beside itself trying to appease their
demons. Dogs are sacred to them, and Cet was very careless this time. The price on your
head is worth more than the gold that was in your purse. Thelembi cocked his head and
grinned.
Yeah, Im the prize around here. He said. I have survived a lot of them.
Black Manni could tell you. Ceras nodded.
Its not something to be proud of. Bucera and I had a very long chat about you.
She is not pleased with you, you know. You abandoned both of them.
Shes old. . . said Thelembi.
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And so are you, Thelembi. I am told that thirty is a respectable age for
Undercity citizens these days. Life here is not what it used to be.
What else do you know of us?
More than you know. I know enough to know that unless you begin your path,
you risk Rahlis life in returning to him. You are still in danger.
How so?
Your ability to elude them has gotten the attention of the church of Anim. The
priestesses of Anim seek you, believing you to be possessed by a spirit of their lady.
But. . .the hunt is dedicated to Anim. Why cant they just forbid it if they think I
am a spirit? Ceras set her jaw.
I hate to speak of her foul practice here in the temple of our blessed Maestro, but
you must know what has gained interest in you. Anim is a demon, not a goddess. The
lord who chases you, Huntmaster Cet, is a priest of Anim and a possession of Ruex, her
immortal consort. He is a demon bred, not a human anymore. Hes an abomination so
twisted by his fathers sorcery and his own sorcery that he is himself more demon than
mortal. They will drag you to the surface to be a sacred sacrifice. Its their foul Morim
festival. You would be the subject of their worship, or you would become a twisted
construct. Thelembi considered this for a few moments.
But I would go to the surface. . .
No Thelembi. If you take that path, you will leave this place, true, but you will
do so without your brother. Him, they will track down later when they discover your
lineage. They will certainly make a construct out of him. Thelembi shook his head
slowly. And Thanni will go into her destiny with the objective of finding and destroying
you both. But you wont be found until you are hunting down here, a slave of that man-
demon.
But. . .but. . . he stammered, I cannot fight and flee them forever. Ceras
shrugged.
That is why you should choose the path. You are invited to join Merranas long
path. . .to become a Servant. If you do, you can stay here, and Anim cannot touch you.
I didnt come here to join your church. He said, crossing his arms. Ceras
sighed.
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Father Thelembi, Meranna is not evil! She saved Aunties life and yours too.
And mine. Its all right! Ceras raised an eyebrow.
Your daughter is already well dedicated.
Because youve trained her from birth.
Nuh uh, I chose to follow her when I was eight! Ceras barked a laugh.
Bucera does not follow her, yet she stays with us, though I think that even she is
considering it after the temple gave off its show for Lord Cet. Like you, she has grown
up hating the gods, and we have been patient with her.
So be patient with me. Ceras shook her head.
I cant. You have very little time left before you start changing. We alone can
save you that pain. I would rather you stay here and we will send for your brother. We
will care for him for as long as we can.
When would that be? the hairs on the back of his neck raised. She gave him a
piteous look, but said nothing. He answered, for her bitterly.
So. . . you, too, want to kill him. Ceras set her jaw.
It would not be our choice, but only to end his suffering. Once, long ago, there
was a way. People who did not wish to follow the path of the Servant could sail beyond
the sea. There, amid the mage-wrought pillars of the templeAshakiran, one such as we
are could choose the path of the Linyth. In that ceremony he could have emerged whole,
but it was not meant to be your destiny. You and he are citizens of the Undercity, and you
are trapped here just as surely as any other citizen, even me.
I will find a way.
You may try, but the hours are against you. You will soon become a twisted
horror as well, if you are not destroyed for practicing magic or captured by the Kings
gods. That is the end result of all of our lives outside the guidance of Meranna.
He is my brother. Thelembi whined.
Yes, and I curse that fire for maiming him. It will be very hard, I know, but we
cannot let him join in the path. It would be too hard for him. Ceras said quietly, her
voice full of sadness.
No deal. Let me go. He said stubbornly, and stood. Ceras stood as well, and
towered over him, blocking his path.
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You are a selfish boy, do you know that? There are options that we will consider
before we act with finality, but he must be watched just as closely as you. When the curse
manifests in you and in him, we will do as we must. He is too damaged to survive on the
path.
And me? What will become of me?
You will be a Servant of Merrana just as I am, and as I hope Thanni will choose
to be. Ceras said, stepping forward. Thanni nodded as if she had already decided You
will be cleansed of your magic and the process will make you nearly immortal.
But not Rahli?
Rahli cannot. It is not his destiny. I cannot read his future, but yours is clear.
You will choose Meranna.
No. You are lying. If she really wanted us she would have found us before the
fire! Before mama had to lose her eyes! It sounds like I should not have even been
born! Thelembi stamped his feet. I am tired of this. I hate the gods, even her!
I do not lie! Ceras shouted. Her voice cut into his mind, and he was driven to
his knees with the power of it. It seemed to shake the temple itself. There is always a
choice. I may have seen only the path for you that I desired, that is true, but it is there.
Not Rahli. Him I cannot see at all. That you could possibly choose is significant to me!
Trust me it is better if you do!
Why? Thelembi demanded, trying to lift his head to face her, but something
kept him prostrate.
Unless you are dedicated to Meranna, we cannot risk you being corrupted, and
using the magic for evil purposes. We will kill you if you fall to Anim or Thrass.
And if I refuse? he asked, feeling trapped. Will you kill me now? instantly
the pressure on his body released. He stood defiantly, but still trembled in fear.
No. You may refuse for a while yet, but the time will come when the curse
inside you manifests on its own. When that happens you will understand why Merannas
path is so vital to you.
I wish I had never come here. He said weakly. Hearing that, Thanni looked
absolutely devastated. Her eyes filled with tears. No wait! Thelembi said, looking at
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her. Wait, I didnt mean This time Ceras did put a hand on Thanni to keep her from
bolting.
I am surprised at you, Thelembi. She said scornfully. Thelembi felt absolutely
miserable. He looked over at his daughter, who was quietly sobbing. He reached out to
her instinctively, but she shrunk against Ceras.
I didnt mean it like that. Thanni. . .Lady. I am glad I know she is alive still.
You could have eternity with her, you know. You abandoned her when you did
not come back. If you decide to join us, you could get to know her over the long years. . .
Or, you could go, and abandon her again.
I. . .I dont believe you. I want to go. Ill come back to see her! Ceras sighed,
putting her hand on his bony shoulder.
You may, if that is your choice. Said Ceras, But just know that soon the hunt
of Anim will come for you, if her priestesses dont find you first. Only Meranna can
offer you protection. These halls will never be closed to you, but we will pray that you
decide to join us.
I must think on it. He said, hoping they would accept that. Ceras frowned.
That is fair enough, but please remember that you are not fully human,
Thelembi. Only by choosing the path can you be safe.
I am not cursed. He set his jaw. Ceras shook her head, sadly.
Dont be so foolishly stubborn, you know I do not lie to you.
But what will happen?
We will tell you more as you grow. There are secrets shared among those on the
path, but you must choose it first.
Not without Rahli. He said, crossing his arms. Ceras shook her head.
I told you we cannot accept him. said Ceras. He would only suffer if he was
allowed the path. Think about him, Theli. Would you wish to be granted eternity in a
broken body? Would you force that fate upon him?
I dont really have a choice, do I? He asked sadly, feeling trapped.
Yes, there is always a choice. Ceras said, suddenly looking very tired. I have
already said too much. She took his hand, which he grudgingly allowed, but only
because she began to walk him out.
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All the way through the temple, the priestesses and women of the temple stopped
their activity to watch them pass. He could feel their eyes boring into him, and glanced at
them to find them whispering to each other. Once he was safely standing against the
narrow tunnel leading outside, Ceras gave him a stern look.
You always have a choice, but I wish to make it easy for you. She said. Just
like a mother, right?
You. . .but I have to care for Rahli.
Talk it over with him. That is all I ask.
I might.
You must. I feel that the time is very near when your magic will manifest.
Please understand that it is the only way to avoid the suffering you will endure. Just
think on it as an adult, that is all we ask for now.
I dont make promises. Thelembi growled. Ceras sighed, clearly frustrated.
Very well Thelembi, if you do decide, we will do our best to find a solution for
Rahli. Thelembis eyes went wide.
On the other side, she handed him a bundle of fresh clothes and a bag that was
several times heavier and larger than his pouch. It was filled with coins, water, food, and
items that could be readily fenced. Cerass face was carefully guarded. Her voice was
strictly official
This will aid you. We have exchanged your prize. Go, and take care of Rahli.
What? My. . .prize? Thelembi asked.
She chewed on her lip before helping him put the pack on his back, but said
nothing about it. We want you to live, Thelembi. Nothing else in this world wants that
of you. Please, as you think on this, do not forget Thanni. Dont throw your life away to
Anim.
But what of other gods like Meranna?
Only Lord Sorrith would take you. He also accepts those of our kind, and so
would Lord Asair for a season or two longer because you are twins, but Lord Asairs
priests in F district will still return you to us or to Lord Sorrith once your magic
manifests. As for becoming Sorriths chosen, they are all. . . she shuddered. You do
not want to go there, though that may be a path for Rahli. His Enlisted. . .
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I have heard the legends of C district. he said quietly. Im not sure I believe
you, but I said I will think on it. From what you say, it doesnt matter if I go to Meranna
or to Anim or Sorrith, Rahli will die any way. She looked at him helplessly.
You must not see it that way. If you choose Anim, you will be destroyed! There
are things worse than death--
Yeah, like living without my brother. I will find another way. I will not let Rahli
be murdered. He said, turning his back to her. The way I see it, all the gods share the
same philosophythe weak and injured will die. But you are wrong, Rahli is not weak.
He adjusted the pack she had given him and raced off into the labyrinthine streets.
Chapter 5:
Thelembis only thought as he neared the crumbling, abandoned structure he
called home was of Rahli, his identical twin. They had seldom been apart for more than a
day, and he knew that Rahli would be beside himself with worry. He couldnt get around
like other boys.
When they were very young, they were caught in a riot that set fire to their home
and killed their stepmother. Thelembi was fine, but Rahlis legs were crushed. He
remembered pulling Rahli out from under the beam and seeing his legs separate from his
body. The fire had cauterized the wounds, and so he had lived. A priestess of Lemari,
providing care after the blaze, had cut off the dead tissue and stitched up the remnants.
He had healed without a scar, but his skin had somehow melted instead of burning so that
he appeared to be a misshapen horror of sagging skin with hands twisted by the fire into
nearly useless claws.
After the fire, they were alone on the streets. Thelembi swore to protect his
brother. He fashioned a sling that Rahli could ride in, and carted him on his back. Thus,
the urchins dubbed him The Porter, even as they mocked Rahli for always being carried
by naming him The Prince.
Thelembi never minded. Without Rahli he would be alone, and being alone on
the streets of B district was a death sentence. He pushed open the door of the crumbling
building and entered the ruins he called home. The smell of human urine and feces
washed over him and he gagged after being in the clean, fresh smelling temple.
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It was a three story building, but the top two floors had caved in, leaving only the
walls standing. Every few years, the bosses would chase away the squatters and rebuild
houses like these for outrageous rents. For now though, it was his home. Thelembi had
managed to chase off other squatters while he was there, but he was never there long. It
was time to move on, especially in light of what he had learned.
Theli! cried the normally quiet voice of Rahli from the pile of filthy rags he
slept on. Thelembi set the pack on the dusty floor and rushed to Rahli. Rahli had been
reading again. His most recent book was thrown up against the wall. What did you do
to yourself? You are clean!
What is it? he asked, pointing at the book. Rahli shrugged, squinting at the
squiggles and pictures.
It was donated to me yesterday. I crawled out to the market square to beg, and
this woman dropped it in my basket. I think it just fell out of her pocket. She looked
really religious and this is really valuable. It is a book of prayers and poems.
Does it have anything about Anim? Thelembi asked. Rahlis eyes grew wide.
How did you know? This whole books about her! He pushed aside his rags
and picked up the tattered book. He showed Thelembi a page of neat squiggles and
symbols with a picture of a creature he had never seen. Rahli had been able to decipher
the writing, but Thelembi had never figured it out. What interested him was the picture
on the page next to the writing. It was a six limbed, fuzzy carnivore with huge ears, a
bushy tail, and wings that were too thin and fragile for flight chasing a tiny mouse, while
being chased by a hound, which was in turn pursued by a human, who was silhouetted
with the holy symbol of Anim.
Ahem. Praise to Anim, beautiful goddess! She who designed the trembling
Morim in its hole and the baying hound that chases her. . . Theli scowled. Rahli
stopped.
Why?
That is a hunt. He said pointing at the pictures. Rahli nodded.
Yes, yes, the Morim hunt is her most sacred activity according to this.
She is after me. . .
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Oh gods,A hunt? The hunt? Rahlis voice pitched with fear. He dropped the
book as if it had burned him. You were the one the hunt was after? Theli nodded. No
wonder you havent come home.
The priestesses of Meranna told me. I have been there, in hiding. He said.
Rahli dropped his book.
No. . .but thats impossible! You got to see all those women without me? Theli
tugged at his braid.
I didnt have much of a choice. I had to use the Dust and the dogs sneezed. The
temple was the nearest refuge.
Then I suggest that you ignore what they said. They are priestesses, simply
taking advantage of you because you were on Dust. Why do you worry? We have never
worshipped the gods any more than we have given in to the crime bosses. Why start
now? Theli took a deep breath. He didnt want to tell him exactly what he had learned,
even about his daughter.
Anim wants me dead or alive. I think we have tempted fate one too many times.
Now, Meranna wants me too.
Wow. What are we going to do? he said, closing the book.
We are going to leave B. Rahlis jaw dropped.
You cant be serious! How?
We cant stay here. Reaching in the pack, he pulled out a long tunic and cord
and threw another tunic to Rahli. Rahli grinned in surprise.
Theyre clean and whole! he cried, stripping off his own filthy rags. Were
like lords! He stuck out his chest. The cream colored tunic stood out bright against his
filthy skin. What did you say to them? What else is in there? Theli grinned.
Aw. . .I came in there and they couldnt resist me. He ginned, They didnt
want to let me go, but they sent me home with food and fenced my loot. You wouldnt
believe what I got. . . he began pulling things out of the bag. Rahlis eyes got wider with
each item that came out.
As Thelembi mentally appraised the things he pulled out, he realized that there
was more worth here than the twenty gold crowns. They had given him rings and baubles
that could easily be strung and carried without detection under a tunic, but either the
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priestesses knew nothing of market value, they were setting him up as a temple thief, or
they were trying to win him with material goods, because the total appraisal was at least
twice the worth of those coins. Rahli, who was better at figuring and appraising, could
not believe the items in front of him. He found his pouch in the bag as well, buried deep
and full to bursting with copper and silver pieces. Carefully, he divided the coins into
Rahlis pouch and rolled the rest of it up into the robe.
Wow. . .with this we could buy a house on the street of tears! Wed be set for
life! said Rahli. Thelembi shook his head.
Thats the last thing we want. He said quietly. Rahli, they would hunt us
anywhere in B, even through the inner wall.
Rahli paused and then nodded. The street of tears was the street next to the Purple
Gate. The colored gates were the exits out of the undercity from each district. In B, it
was the only place where there was a semblance of law, but that was only because the
guards at the Purple Gate upheld most of the laws of the surface. The inhabitants of the
street of Tears were mostly rich citizens of the Undercity.
No. Thelembi set his jaw. Were going to string these and leave through the
outer gate.
But our contacts, our legend. . .we will be unknown in A or C or. . .
Not C, Rahli, A only. We are rich enough to pay our way through all the gates
and still live like princes in D.
Yeah, but C would be the cheaper route to D, if that is where you want to go. We
can fight through.
Maybe. But with this much money, there is no point in risking it. Why fight the
ghilan when we could peacefully and innocently migrate?
Yeah, but we had always planned for C district.
No. Thelembi said with finality. Rahli sighed.
When they had distributed their loot, Rahli climbed into his sling, grabbed the
bag, which contained only their clothes, and Thelembi hoisted his brother onto his back.
They left the crumbling ruin, knowing that neither would ever return to it. Just as he left
he buried a silver piece in the dust. It was a superstition, but such a coin had been in
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there when he found the place. It was customary to leave a coin behind for the next
squatter if possible. It was considered good luck.
Thelembi hustled through the streets toward Broad, the richest street in the
district. Being in the clean temple had alerted him to the stink of Rahli. He needed to get
him clean. Broad was the only place where there were bath houses, the most expensive
places in Undercity, which catered to the bosses and the visitors. He selected one that
looked relatively empty.
There, after paying the exorbitant fee--not only for the bath, but for silence, he let
the attendants haul Rahli into the bath of his life. The blind attendants scrubbed Rahli
roughly. Thelembi allowed himself to be bathed again, but carefully watched his brother
and the people around him.
Thelembi had reason to hate the bath house. Looking at the blind workers
reminded him of the woman that raised him. She had given her own eyes in return for
this job, and it had cost her life in the fire.
When Rahli was clean, they lounged in the bath house, reclining and dreaming as
the attendants massaged the knots out of their young muscles. They no longer stank like
the streets and their skin and hair could be easily mistaken for a lords features.
Lounging in the safety of the bath house, he had the freedom to plan their escape.
It seemed to him that perhaps it would be best to wait and scout out the gate a little before
moving on. He had not paid attention to rumors from the other districts, but now they
seemed important to him. If he planned it right, he could make to D district, paying
guards around the wheel of Undercity back through A, F, and E. He wanted to avoid C
entirely. The guards at C gate let anyone pass into the district for free, but it took a favor
from the Bosses in C to get out, and he was not sure that the bosses of C were even living
creatures.
It was not by accident what C was accursed in the Undercity. He had only heard
rumors, but everyone growing up in the Undercity knew that C was crawling with cursed
undead nightmares. C district was a place where not only did the undead reign, but the
true scum of the Undercity crawled. There, the mass murderers and the insane mingled
freely with the horrors from beyond the pale. That was where they sent them, hoping for
their deaths.
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Rumors and horror stories of C filled the minds of Undercity youth and terrified
the children and adults of the surface. C was where convicted criminals of the surface
were sent for execution. C was where the undead of Sorrith and the undead of Thrass and
Ixah prowled the streets. Even the hunt of Anim feared to go there, but then, so did
Thelembi. He had heard that the reason the gates were free to enter the C district was
that the monsters that dwelled on the other side took the fee in blood. He dozed, thinking
of ways to escape, knowing that Rahli would watch while he slept.
Theli, get up. Theyre asking for more. Rahli was poking Thelembi in the ribs.
This is not an inn, citizen, you cant sleep here. If you desire, we can find
accommodation for you, perhaps send word to your parents. . . the bath house owner
scowled at him. Thelembi sand Rahli both scowled back.
We have no parents, citizen. We lost them in a fire a while back. Rahli
growled. Who are you to dare bring up a sensitive subject?
I am Talcha, the bathmaster and proprietor. He said with small pride. Thelembi
held up a hand to silence Rahli.
Ah, citizen Talcha. Thank you for waking me. I hadnt intended on dozing, but
your comforts eased my mind. I do not trust the inns. Im sure you understand.
Talchas eyes went wide and he nodded. But you are right; I think we will be going.
Thelembi got up, rubbing his eyes. The man put his hand on Thelembis arm. He leaned
in quietly.
It is not seemly for a citizen with such. . .assets. . .to be carting that one like a
street urchin. Thelembi bristled.
Watch yourself merchant. He is my brother, my twin. Talcha licked his thin
lips. Truthfully, we. . .we are returning to the temple of Asair. He lied. The shocked
gasp from Talcha and the attendants warned Thelembi that he had said either the right
thing or the wrong thing, but at least a significant thing. The blank looks on everyones
faces were unreadable. Rahli looked at his brother in amazement.
That is right. We were told to take a message to the temple of Meranna, and now
we are going back. Rahli added. Thelembi looked at Rahli, who smiled.
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Of. . .of course, how could I mistake. . .it is just that. . .if you but give me a few
silvers, I could procure a cart for you, priests of Asair. Or for him. . . a slave to haul him
wherever he desires. He looked at Rahli nervously. Thelembi frowned.
It would only be a fleeting freedom. Give me his sling. The man bowed,
trembling. Anims hunt was not spoken of lightly.
Of course you are correct, priest. I did not mean to intrude.
Stuff it merchant. Bring me his sling. I have had my fill of this place. Talcha
gave Thelembi a sly smile.
Our seamstresses have repaired your sling; you may have it returned for a gold
crown.
A full copper, and be glad I dont beat you for stealing it. Thelembi frowned.
But the thread is of silk. . .
Impossible. I dont believe you. Talcha snapped his fingers and a pair of ugly
crones came out, bearing the sling. It had been cleaned and repaired and the threads were
indeed silken.
Who do you work for? Thelembi growled, threatening him. He cowered, his
eyes darting to the barber.
This. . .you dare not threaten me, this is a watering hole! I. . .I work in the
interest of Lord Cet and Boss Yalim. He said. I thought you knew; its on the water
rights license. He pointed to a piece of parchment on the wall. Thelembi made a show
of inspecting the squiggles. He could not read them, but he understood the sly way of
Boss Yalim, the de facto mayor of B district.
Lord Cets name, however, panicked him. He hadnt known that boss Yalim was
Lord Cets pet, but he knew what Watering Hole meant. Everyone knew that a
Watering Hole was a place where the hunter and the hunted could be seen together. It
meant that the place was holy to Anim and by law, death was forbidden.
He barked a grim laugh, realizing that he had made it into one of Anims shrines.
He had to get out, fast. The guard serving as a barber might not know him, but others in
this place could potentially put him in danger, if he wasnt already in a trap.
Straightening, he stuck out his bony, undernourished chest and stared at Talcha, who
fidgeted.
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Give us what is ours! I will maim you if you dont return it. Thelembi
bellowed, but his high pitched voice didnt carry like he had hoped. The blind attendants
flinched, but Talcha didnt seem to mind.
Ah heh. . .young priest. Yours? Shall we ask the guard what he thinks of your
ownership of the thing, especially after we have put such fine work into making it worthy
to hold a priest. He nodded his head to the guard, who was calmly watching the
transaction. Thelembi and Rahli both chuckled. They knew better.
He doesnt care. If he is a guard, then he will follow the tenet of Anim and you
know it. He is a person. You and I are nothing to him. I think he would rather like to see
me maim you. Talcha paled.
But the thread. . .
Thank you for repairing it with such finery. We will tell Boss Yalim that his gift
to Asair on your behalf was lovely. Now Talcha backed up, working his jaw silently.
Citizens were not allowed to donate to the Maestros churches according to the Kings
law. Thelembi grinned confidently, believing it had worked. Then, the mans eyes went
cold as he clenched his jaw.
Smash it! he commanded the ladies.
NO! Rahli and Thelembi both yelled. Thelembi acted before he thought and
tackled the man, driving him to the floor. The man tucked so that his back, not his head,
was the first to impact. He kicked his legs into Thelembis stomach and pushed him off,
throwing Thelembi into the seamstresses. The sling flew out of their hands and skidded
across the floor. Rahli was quick to drag himself to it, holding it tight. Thelembi rolled,
leaping to his feet, and attacked again, but Talcha was ready; he countered his blows
strike for strike. The man was not as experienced, but he had height and weight on
Thelembi. He backed off, circling the man.
I will be going to Boss Yalim immediately. Talcha bragged, suddenly not as
simpering as he first seemed. You seem to be in a hurry to leave, young priests. Why
dont you stay for lord Cet? Thelembi sneered, glancing back at the guard and the
attendants. He was not worried. The guard had a cruel smirk on his face and the
attendants stood very still. Since they were blind, they were unable to capture Rahli
without risking a fall into the tiled bath. He was safe. Thelembi flexed his shoulders,
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built up from years of carrying Rahli. He lowered his head and looked at Talcha under
his brows.
You are stupid. If you knew Boss Yalim or Lord Cet you would know that this
would only amuse him. Describe us to him when we leave. I bet that he will be amused
by it. This was a dangerous bluff. He had to stop the man from leaving for a long while
and convince the man that Thelembi was nobody to mess with.
With a bold, swift move, intended to take the man off his feet, he ducked under
the mans arms and grabbed, aiming for the mans knees. He wanted to knock the man
into the water, but the man tried to balance, bracing himself. With a crunch, his right
knee buckled and Talcha crumpled to the floor, howling in pain. Calmly, forcing himself
to be quiet, Thelembi got up and stepped on his neck. At that, the guard stirred, ready to
act.
I will pay you a silver piece for the repair, and Ill give you another if you give
Lord Cet a message. That is my final offer. Blink if you agree. He put pressure down
on the mans trachea. The man blinked. Thelembi backed off. The man sat, looking at
his ruined leg. He would not meet Thelembis eyes. Thelembi wiped off a trail of blood
from his mouth and nose and stood, still ready to fight. The guard was smirking,
obviously amused and no longer ready to kill anything. One of the crones had fled, but
the other, the thinner of the two, watched with a wary, appraising expression. This
stunned Thelembi. Why was she sizing him like a slave at the market?
Indeed. . .as my young priest wishes. . . said Talcha, defeated, But lord Cet has
never spoken of you. May I have the pleasure of the young priests name?
No. Fetch my brother the means to write a note. He said, acting like a boss.
The man snapped his fingers and a piece of hide and a feather with a vial of red ink were
placed before Rahli.
Write a note telling Lord Cet who has come to his little. . .watering hole. He
looked at Talcha, who was wringing his hands.
I hope the young master is not an enemy. . .
Huh. Thelembi grunted.
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Lord Cet still considers us as the Morim. Rahli said lightly as he scribbled
something into the hide. At that, both the guard and the crone chuckled. Rahlis brilliant
comeback gave Thelembi time to recover.
Well not reveal our name to the likes of you, but were sure youve heard him
speak them. Everything he needs to know is in that letter. He tossed two silver coins at
the mans feet and gathered Rahli and all their belongings. Confidently, he walked past
the guard and out onto the street.
What did you put in that letter? Thelembi asked when they were safely away.
Just what you said, he shrugged, And I added the poem of the Morim in the
letter to stick in his craw. I remembered it from the book. I couldnt understand most of
it, but that morim creature sure seems to be a crafty beast to eternally escape hounds.
Just like you.
I dont know about that. I almost didnt, last time. You are so clever.
Not as cunning as you Theli. Were priests of Asair? That was sheer genius!
We will have to remember that excuse for the gate guards. I hope they dont require
papers. How did you know about Asair?
The priestess told me that he accepts twins. Said Thelembi. We might seek
refuge there while we are in F.
Where to now?
Oh, I want to go scout the best way out of here. He said, pausing to check
around the corner for potential threat.
Chapter 6:
Lord Cet rode through the streets of B district, paying no mind to the offal that
passed for humans peeking at him from the crumbling structures. There was only one of
these stinking creatures he wanted, and he had to get to him before the priestesses got
their claws on him. They were down here too, now. He had tried to explain to them that
he was a cunning creature, not possessed, hardly worth the merit of the priestess
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attention, but they would not be dissuaded from their notion. That made life more
difficult for him. That made the chase all the more fun.
It had cost him a great deal to change his hunt plans. Thelembi the Porter was a
prize, to be sure, but the damn priestesses ruined the hunt. Secretly, he had hoped to be
chasing the whelp for another few years. The boy was strange; he never seemed to grow
much in all the years he had given chase to him. He knew the boy had to be the age of a
man in the Undercity, a man of late middle age, in fact, but he did not look it. He
appeared no older than fifteen, with the features of a lord under all the grime of
Undercity. No wonder the priestesses who had spied on him were worried about him
being a spirit or a possessed one, already a holy child of the Kings pantheon. Well, it
would not be long now. All the hunts before had been sport. Usually, Affluent people of
Arynstar could pay money to be guided down here and hunt the urchins. Sometimes it
was fun, sometimes it was a slaughter, but there was always poetry in it. Today, he
hunted for the Goddess alone.
At the last hunt, his flesh and blood hounds had caught his scent and gone after
him, but had lost him in the alley behind the slaughterhouse. Somehow the brat had
drugged the dogs in the pursuit, though he had seen the boy only once in the whole hunt.
They had concluded the hunt with a disappointing slaughter, in which he had composed a
crude poem about the wounded Jendir losing the choicest meat and having to settle for
carrion. He lost half of his pack to Dust poisoning and the remnant to Merannas magic,
but it had been worth it. He had been close, he knew it. The boy had more hiding places
than a Morim in a sand dune and he moved around the district so often that all of the
streets were coated with his stink.
This time, as the servant of Ruex, he was required to track the boy down as a
prize. As a sorcerer, and the son of a sorcerer, he had little choice when it came to the
church of Anim, of which Ruex was a part. As a demon bred, he was born without skin,
but with the unholy magic to accept the skin of other creatures as a cover. It was a
sorcery that had been done to him during his birth in accordance with an ancient family
rite, which demanded that the first son in each family be tainted in this way to maintain
the familys power and standing with the church.
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It had taken him a month to get it settled, but now, the skin he wore was as tight
across his form as if it were his natural hide. This time it was dog skin. He had tried to
bring back human skin, but the priestesses had burned it in front of him and patched on
the rough hide of a dog to punish him for losing his pack. He had gotten as greedy as his
dogs in the last chase, and it had cost him dearly. The immortal Ruex, the source of his
magic, was not happy.
Ruex had commanded him to capture Thelembi alive. Ruex wanted his soul for
the Forged Company, the constructs that were crafted for use as guardians and beasts of
war in the army and slaves of the inquisition. Souls worthy enough to be captured for the
constructs had to be among the craftiest, most cunning, and strongest of his prey if they
were to survive the forging process.
Even though Thelembi the Porter was barely human by his estimation, he had to
admit that the boy fulfilled the requirements. It was such a pity. He believed that the boy
had not yet reached his potential, but the will of the church held him. If he caught him
today, the magic would seal him as he was, and the boy would never reach the height if
his cunning. The priests would not listen and agree to wait, and he hated that. He had
protested it and they had threatened him. They refused to let the priestesses get to him
first.
That was why the priestesses ruined it. They wanted him as a consort to Anim
herself. A human consort was blessed to be the sacred Morim in human form, the prey
who was both hunter and hunted. The priestesses knew from witnessing the hunts that
Thelembi was a prize worthy enough for the honor of the ritual. If they caught him there
would be no soul for the Company, and he would have to instead bow to his former prey
as Thelembi became a sacred consort, a creature imprinted with the sign, essence, and
seal of Anim herself until the annual tribute. If it wasnt for the fact that he was bound to
Ruex, he would have agreed with the priestesses.
It was now a race between the two possibilities and all of the high priests and
priestesses watched, waiting to see the outcome. He neared the Watering Hole bath
house, his personal favorite in Undercity. Here, he could focus his mind and prepare for
the long hunt. Beside him, a dog shaped construct followed his every step. It had been
granted to him by the church for this special hunt. It could track like no living hound
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could. Somewhere inside that construct, forged into the very clockwork of the unnatural
beast, was a human soul with all its own memories and cunning. The simpering citizen
owner of the house waited for him at the door, bowing and scraping, though wounded.
Something in the last two weeks had broken his leg.
Talcha, have you prepared my bath? I wish to be clean so that my prey does not
scent me. The bath master limped away to tend to it personally. Soon, they led him
back into his personal bath, where he sank in, commanding his muscles to let go of their
excitement.
His construct watched him, and he knew it was remembering and agonizing. He
smiled at it, torturing its memory. This was its first hunt. Its soul still remembered that it
was once human, and in its eyes the flames of the pyre on which its former body had
been burned still blazed. It would kill him if it dared, but it was bound to obey him, no
matter how cruelly he treated it. The ritual of bathing was a mere formality, used only
when hunting a human. B district stank so badly that it was a wonder that these people
had a sense of smell at all.
Unless he was badly mistaken about the boys humanity, it would not matter.
Resting with his eyes closed, he heard the patter of quiet feet and the rustle of hide on
stone. He opened an eye. A small note was folded and laying at his elbow. He opened it:
To the stinking Lord Cet:
Your watering hole was pleasant. My brother and I enjoyed it. Thank you for
allowing it to be a refuge for us.
The Morims ears prick for the coming hound.
He drinks by Asairs light, ever wary, ever watching.
He hears the mouse in the dry grass, his meal for the coming night.
His holes are many, his trails covered.
Anim, his lover, watches, the author of the chase,
But the Morim will not be caught
His ears hear the steps of the hound,
And he will forever be free
Praise to Anim.
--Thelembi the Porter
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Lord Cet stood up in the bath and laughed. He tossed the note to the hound,
which read it, sniffed it, and howled in its unnatural way. It knew the scent of its prey.
All of the servitors cowered at the sound.
So! The boy has discovered the book of Prayers! Ha! Cet carefully picked up
and folded the parchment, wondering where the boy learned to read. That the poem was
in there demonstrated that the boy, too, was learning about the worship of Anim on his
own. Well, well. So he knows its but a game. How lovely. I wonder if he understands
the meaning of that poem. He mused, How appropriate. How refreshing. If the boy
also thought of it as a game then it would be all the easier to indoctrinate him to either
path. He shouted for Talcha, who came, practically crawling on his belly.
Citizen! Who gave this to you?
Ah. . .nothing of importance sir. It was only two young citizens, sir. . .wealthy.
They looked to be children of the bosses or bastards of lords. One was whole, the other
maimed, but the injuries were not recent. They bought their silence. They said they
knew you
And so they do, so they do. He mumbled, scratching his chin. They
apparently know me very well. He grabbed the man by his throat and squeezed, and the
man wet himself in his terror. You did not know them by sight? You let Thelembi the
Porter in and out as if he were a common citizen!
There are many maimed citizens here! How was I to know it was the legendary
Thelembi and his brother? I have never seen them before in my life sir! These were not
common like the rumors say. They were well dressed and rich, not urchins! I thought. .