Antiphon

what parchments Aedric deemed unhelpful for intelligence.

Then, the sack of documents that remained vanished into a magicked cloak. Three of the ghosts pulled away, and when they returned, Charles felt Aedric’s hand upon his shoulder.

“We’ve not found what you sought, but perhaps what you did not seek will be worth this incursion. This Watcher will not be pleased by this.”

No, Charles thought, but truly the time for secrets and silence has passed. He said nothing.

“I am sending two men back to our borders. If the birds do not reach Rudolfo, at least these men might. And I’m going to ask Lady Tam strongly to bring our stay here to a close immediately.”

Charles nodded. “That is wise, Captain.” And I should leave as well. But despite what they found here, what they had not found here still held him to his work. The missing pages were not here. They were either with the Watcher or-and more and more, Charles feared this-they’d been destroyed as soon as they were pulled from the books. Regardless, he knew now that he had to consult with Isaak and the other metal man before he proceeded. “I’ll need to return to the Book of Dreaming Kings.”

“I will see you there,” Aedric said.

The screams were growing weaker now, and Charles hoped whoever twisted beneath the Y’Zirite knife would die soon and be far from the salted pain that racked them.

The fire burned there at the mouth of the cave, its smoke lifting in a narrow trail that blurred the moon. They stood around it in silence, and then, at the last, Aedric himself folded the bloody kin-wolf hides and left them in the mouth of the cave.

Charles watched flames lick parchment and knew that this gesture would be just a raindrop upon an ocean of need. He also knew there would be ripples from it, and he wished he could gauge just how far those ripples would spread.

Closing his eyes and praying to gods he did not believe in, Charles turned and walked into a forest of screams, the ghosts around him whispering across the snow and the ghosts within him whispering along his spine.

Jin Li Tam

The screams at last were weakening, and for the thousandth time, Jin Li Tam forced her face calm and forced her hands to her sides. She’d identified at least six knives and two pouches of scout magicks she could have taken and had calculated at least four paths to the cutting table and three possible routes off the platform and into a crowd that might hide her and the girl.

Of course, she’d done this after handing Jakob over to a distraught and weeping Lynnae, bidding her bear him back to their rooms in the hope that the screaming would be muffled there. Ria had shot her a questioning glance that had gone sour when she saw the rage in Jin’s eyes.

The Machtvolk queen made her way over to her to take the seat that Winters had vacated to take her place upon the table. “I know our ways seem strange to you, but this is truly a great honor my little sister has taken upon herself. And for you and your son to be present for it is the fulfillment of two millennia of longing.”

Jin Li Tam had bitten her tongue and tasted her lie. “The voice magicks frighten him,” she said simply, and then forced her eyes back to the girl upon the table until Ria finally returned to her own place to take up her silver axe with a smile.

Courage, she had willed her eyes to convey to the girl, but Winters had stopped seeing anything many cuts ago.

Now, it seemed the regent’s work was drawing to an end. Her screams quieted as the knives moved slower and more slightly over her skin and as the voice magicks burned themselves out. Jin found herself wondering just how far away her screams had been carried.

With careful fingers red with Winters’s blood, Eliz Xhum reached up now to untie her hands one at a time. Then, he untied her feet and gently rolled the girl onto her back. Jin saw the whites of her eyes, and her moan was the sound of thunder. Once again, she found herself nearly losing her composure and still was not certain she did the right thing.

She makes her own path, and I must respect it. She was fairly certain that the cutting was not a part of Winters’s plan, but the girl had shown some premeditation in smuggling the voice magicks into the gathering and making her loud proclamation. And she’d kept it to herself.

Certainly, Jin realized, they both had their secrets. Aedric had sought her out regarding the missing pages from the book, and she was confident that Winters had known of this as well. She wondered if the girl had picked up the subtle message she’d intended by sending Aedric to her to confirm that fact. And she wondered how Aedric and Charles fared and if, as she suspected, the Watcher had left his cave to watch this first open mass in the Named Lands.

She did not subscribe to the Marsh dreams herself, though she took it more seriously now that she’d had time to get to know the girl.

And now I know just how seriously the girl takes it.

The knives were down now, and the regent was reaching for buckets of steaming water and clean white rags, laid near the table where Winters stretched out naked and bleeding.

Something broke in her, and the rage could no longer be contained. She stood and pushed her way to the front as he squeezed out the excess water, a smile of pure love upon his face.

“No,” she said in a loud voice. “You’ll not touch her again.” She doubted it carried very far, but it carried far enough. He straightened and turned to her as she approached, and whatever he saw upon her face took his smile away.

“Great Mother,” he began, “it is customary-”

But she interrupted him. “I will tend her. You’ve done enough.” Then, she poured every bit of the rage she felt into her eyes and watched him blink at what he saw. She walked to him and snatched the cloth away before he could object.

The words of her sister-if indeed it was her sister-suddenly reasserted themselves, and she could not fathom why under any circumstances she would go with this man. She forced the thought aside and pushed past the regent to stand near the girl. He looked from her to Winters, then nodded slightly and returned to his seat.

She leaned over the girl, taking in the smell of her blood. “This is going to hurt,” she said as she lifted the cloth.

The girl fidgeted and croaked; it took Jin a moment to recognize the word. “No.” Then, the girl mumbled words she could not make out.

She does not wish to be washed clean of this.

She bent her head closer. Behind her, Ria was on her feet and inviting others to stand as another Y’Zirite hymn rose up into the night. It was a song about kin-healing, and despite the noise of it, she could just make out Winters’s whispering.

“And she shall call forth the true Machtvolk by blood,” the girl muttered, and Jin Li Tam understood. Let them see her, naked and bleeding for them. This blood purchased exodus for those who chose it.

She rose up and turned to the regent. Their eyes met. “You will honor your promise?” she asked across the platform, her voice drowning in song.

“Yes,” he said.

Then she turned back to Winters. “Can you walk?”

The girl struggled, and Jin took hold of her arm to help her up. Her hand slipped over the blood and Winters gasped, but she rolled and sat up on the table. Jin cast a glance to her neatly folded dress and furs, but knew that anything she put over the girl would simply add more pain to what she’d already faced. Instead, she tried to find a part of her body that had not been cut and helped pull her, sobbing, to her feet.

“Lean on me,” she said, “as best you can.”

Together, with slow and measured steps, they crossed the platform, and Winters cried out softly with each step, though Jin knew she tried not to. They would leave this place, and when they were alone, Jin would wash the true queen of the Machtvolk clean of the blood and see her to Lynnae’s care for the treatment of her wounds.

When they climbed down from the platform, she guided the girl onto the wooden boardwalk and noted the wash of emotion upon the faces of those they passed. Some wept in ecstasy and others in sorrow. Some averted