Elantris

chasing people; it's probably one of the few pleasures they have left.'

'Tell me about Shaor himself, then.'

Galladon shrugged. 'In a place like this. many look for leaders-someone to ward off a bit of the chaos. Like any society, those who are strongest often end up in command. Shaor is one who finds pleasure in controlling others, and for some reason the most wild and morally corrupt Elantrians find their way to him.'

'And he gets to take the offerings of one-third of the newcomers?' Raoden asked.

'Well, Shaor himself rarely bothers with such things-but yes, his followers get first call on one-third of the offerings.'

'Why the compromise?' Raoden asked. 'If Shaor's men are as uncontrollable you imply, then what convinced them to hold to such an arbitrary agreement?'

'The other gangs are just as big as Shaor's. sule,' Galladon explained. 'On the outside, people tend to be convinced of their own immortality. We are more realistic. One rarely wins a battle without at least a few wounds, and here even a couple of slight cuts can be more devastating. and more agonizing, than a swift decapitation. Shaor's men are wild. but they are not complete idiots. They won't fight unless they have incredible odds or a promising reward. You think it was your physique that kept that man from attacking you yesterday?'

'I wasn't sure,' Raoden admitted.

'Even the slightest hint that you might fight back is enough to scare these men off, stile,' Galladon said. 'The pleasure of torturing you just isn't worth the gamble that you might get in a lucky blow.'

Raoden shivered at the thought. 'Show me where the other gangs live.'

'The university and the palace bordered one another. According to Galladon, Karata and Aanden had a very uneasy truce. and guards were usually posted on both sides to keep watch. Once again, Raoden's companion led him to a flat-roofed building, an untrustworthy set of stairs leading to the top.

However, after climbing the stairs-and nearly falling when one of the steps cracked beneath him-Raoden had to admit that the view was worth the effort. Elantris's palace was large enough to be magnificent despite the inevitable decay. Five domes topped five wings, each with a majestic spire. Only one of the spires-the one in the middle-was still intact, but it rose high into the air, by far the tallest structure Raoden had ever seen.

'That's said to be the exact center of Elantris,' Galladon said, nodding to the spire. 'Once you could climb the steps winding around it and look out over the entire city. Nowadays. I wouldn't trust it. Kolo?'

The university was large, bur less magnificent. It consisted of five or six long, Hat buildings and a lot of open space-ground that had probably once held grass or gardens, both things that would have been eaten to their roots long ago by Elantris's starving inhabitants.

'Karata is both the harshest and most lenient of the gang leaders.' Galladon said, gazing down on the university. There was something odd in his eyes. as if he were seeing things Raoden couldn't. His description continued in its characteristic rambling tone, as if his mouth wasn't aware that his mind was focused elsewhere.

'She doesn't often let new members into her gang, and she is extremely territorial. Shaor's men might chase you for a while if you wander onto his turf, but only if they feel like it. Karata suffers no intruders. However, if you leave Karata alone, she leaves you alone, and she rarely harms newcomers when she takes their food. You saw her earlier today-she always takes the food personally. Maybe she doesn't trust her underlings enough to handle it.'

'Perhaps.' Raoden said. 'What else do you know about her?'

'Not much-leaders of violent thieving gangs don't tend to be the type to spend their afternoons chatting.'

'Now who's taking things lightly?' Raoden said with a smile.

'You're a bad influence, sule. Dead people aren't supposed to be cheerful. Anyway. the only thing I can tell you about Karata is that she doesn't like being in Elantris very much.'

Raoden frowned. 'Who does?'

'We all hate it, sule, but few of us have the courage to try and escape. Karata has been caught in Kae three times now-always in the vicinity of the king's palace. One more time and the priests will have her burned.'

'What does she want at the palace?'

'She hasn't been kind enough to explain it to me,' Galladon replied. 'Most people think she intends to assassinate King Iadon.'

'The king?' Raoden said. 'What would that accomplish?'

'Revenge, discord, bloodlust. All very good reasons when you're already damned. Kolo?'

Raoden frowned. Perhaps living with his father-who was absolutely paranoid about the prospect of getting killed by an assassin-had desensitized him, but murdering the king just didn't seem like a likely goal to him. 'What about the other gang leader?'

'Aanden?' Galladon asked. looking back over the city. 'He claims he was some kind of noble before he was thrown in here-a baron, I think. He's tried to establish himself as monarch of Elantris, and he is incredibly annoyed that Karata has control of the palace. He holds court. claims he will feed those who join him-though all they've gotten so far are a few boiled books-and makes plans for attacking Kae.'

'What?' Raoden asked with surprise. 'Attacking?'

'He isn't serious,' Galladon said. 'But he is good at propaganda. He claims to have a plan to free Elantris. and it's gained him a large following. However, he's also brutal. Karata only harms people who try to sneak into the palace-Aanden is notorious for dispensing judgments at a whim. Personally. sule, I don't think he's completely sane.'

Raoden frowned. If this Aanden really had been a baron, then Raoden would have known him. However, he didn't recognize the name. Either Aanden had lied about his background, or he had chosen a new name after entering Elantris.

Raoden studied the area in between the university and the palace. A certain object had caught his attention. Something so mundane he wouldn't have given it a second look, had it not been the first of its kind he had seen in all of Elantris.

'Is that a well?' he asked uncertainly.

Galladon nodded. 'The only one in the city.'

'How is that possible?'

'Indoor plumbing, sule, courtesy of AonDor magic. Wells weren't necessary.' 'Then why build that one?'

'I think it was used in religious ceremonies. Several Elantrian worship services required water that had been freshly gathered from a moving river.' 'Then the Aredel river does run under the city,' Raoden said.

'Of course. Where else would it go. Kolo?'

Raoden narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, but he didn't volunteer any information. As he stood, watching the city, he noticed a small ball of light floating through one of the streets below. The Seon meandered with an aimless air, occasionally floating in circles. It was far too distant for him to make out the Aon at its center.

Galladon noticed Raoden's scrutiny. 'A Seon,' the Dula noted. 'Not uncommon in the city.'

'It's true, then?' Raoden asked.

Galladon nodded. 'When a Seon's master gets taken by the Shaod, the Seon itself is driven mad. There's a number of them floating through the city. They don't talk, they just hover about, mindless.'

Raoden glanced away. Since being thrown into Elantris, he'd avoided thinking about his own Seon. Ien. Raoden had heard what happened to Seons when their masters became Elantrians.

Galladon glanced up at the sky. 'It will rain soon.'

Raoden raised an eyebrow at the cloudless sky. 'If you say so.'

'Trust me. We should get inside, unless you want to spend the next few days in damp clothing. Fires are hard to make in Elantris! the wood is all too wet or too rotten to burn.'

'Where should we go?'

Galladon shrugged. 'Pick a house, sule. Chances are it won't be inhabited.' They had spent the previous night sleeping in an abandoned house-but now, something occurred to Raoden. 'Where do you live, Galladon?'

Duladel,' Galladon immediately answered.

'I mean nowadays.'

Galladon thought for a moment, eyeing Raoden uncertainly. Then, with a shrug, he waved Raoden to follow him down the unstable stairs. 'Come.'