more clearly because of that essence; but by that selfsame token I knew that those pictures lied:
'The glad bright faces of the young ones where they wandered hand in hand through the woods. The campfires where musicians played their bazouras and tambours; and meat roasting on spits while the menfolk clapped and young girls whirled in the dance. And wheeled caravans, trundling through the woods as of yore, bearing a people as free as the air; or at least free of Nephran Malinari, if not the rest of the Warnphyri. True travellers again, aye, in the forests of Sunside— '—And all a lie.
''Come, bring your cups,' Malinari cried. 'Come drink with me, to your freedom!' And his men went among my people, leading them to the tables laden with tribute.
'But supported between those who had converted me, with my poor sick head lolling this way and that, I saw how the strange dark cloud — that cloud of ill-omen — was settling towards the clearing, and how a ground mist was once more gathering in the earth.
'As for my father:
'It cannot be said that he had been a good man, but where he grovelled now under the sandalled foot of a brawny lieutenant… who can say what thoughts passed through his mind? One thing for sure: he knew Malinari for a great deceiver, and his mind-pictures for lies. Also, he knew that he was done for; or, in Malinari's own words, that the 'hated chief of the Vadastras was 'no more'. Wherefore, what had he to lose? At least he might make a quick end of it.
'Squirming free of the lieutenant's foot, Dinu sprang up, pointed at the hovering cloud, and cried, 'He brings his warrior creatures! He calls them down upon your heads! He destroys the Vadastras entire! Flee for your lives! Flee!'
'Too late, for again Lord Malinari was employing his mentalism, and now his pictures told the truth:
Warriors circling in the shrouding cloud, held aloft on their fully-inflated gas bladders, extended air~scoop mantles, and spiralling updraughts from Sunside's night forests. Now they channelled gas to their propukors, trimmed their mantles, came sputtering and issuing their poisonous vapours, descending towards the woods about the central clearing. And flanking them, controlling their tight aerial formation, a host of manta flyers, their eager thrall riders gauntleted to a man, and their purpose all too obvious!
'The tithe? Hah! Don't talk to me of tithes. Never such a tithe in all the history of Sunside. The tribute? But Malinari had come to claim the greatest tribute of all: an entire clan!
'The people fled. Coughing, choking, sickened by the vile exhaust fumes of Malinari's warriors, they fled for the forest… but again, too late. For the night was now a greater nightmare than ever. Hideous beasts were descending on the caravans and rude dwellings about the central clearing, flattening them to the earth. Vampire thralls slid down ropes dangling from the flyers. The people were surrounded. There was no escape!
'And through all of this, that demon Lord's laughter tinging out. And my father on his knees now, wringing his hands and asking, 'But why, Lord, why? Tell me this is not of my doing.'
'Above the thunder of raging warriors, the cries of lusting lieutenants and thralls, and the screams of the doomed people, Lord Malinari heard him. He swept back his robe, took his gauntlet from his belt and thrust his hand into it, answering, 'Your doing? Yours, Dinu? Do you truly think that anything you could do would be of any moment in this world? Because you were devious, is that your meaning? No, you fool, nothing is of your doing! Why, there never was a supplicant chief in all Sunside — from here to the furnace desert — who was not an enormous liar and cheat! It is your nature, even as it's mine.'
' 'But Lord, if not to punish me, why do you do this thing? Towards what end…?' Dinu's jaw had fallen open; his eyes were wide in a face that craved understanding. And:
''It is the provisioning,' Malinari told him. 'But a great provisioning! My manse is a fortress where in times of peace we do well enough. But soon the peace will be ended. I am building an army, Dinu, and my needs are great. For in Starside a bloodwar is in the offing, and bloodwars are built on blood. In this case, yours.''
'With which he flexed his hand inside his glove, until all its hooks and blades stood out. And he cried out to his men and monsters: 'Take the young and healthy alive as best you can. As for the children, the middling-old and the dodderers — they are fodder.' Then, to my father:
''And you, Dinu… alas, you're middling-old.'
'His gauntlet of bright metal made a downward-sweeping arc in the smoky firelight, then gleamed red — dripped red — where he held it up to the reeking night. Almost as red as his eyes.
'And after that I saw no more…'
'… Until I awakened in Malstack, my Lord's manse in Starside.
'Now, an aerie is an aerie, and all of them much alike. Or at least they were in the olden times. Since when it seems some terrible vengeance has visited itself upon Starside; for I have seen the cadavers of those same vast dwellings, like the skeletal spines of giants, lying sprawled and broken where they fell on the barren boulder plains. And only hollow stumps remaining, mute revenants of castles that once were mighty.
'However, and in the time of which I speak:
'The Mind's manse stood far out on the plains, at the rim of that great clump of carven stacks, spires, and towers whereof the vampire Lords were wont to fashion their homes. Guarding its lower levels — in the scree jumbles at its foot, and in its high-walled, gantletted approaches — Malstack had many flightless warriors faithful only to Lord Malinari, who was after all their father. Lean and hungry, they were ever watchful.
'Within: there were wells in the aerie's basement, flabby siphoneers in the stubby turret of its roof, and in between all manner of levels to house Malinari's men and monsters, his vats of metamorphism and other workshops, stables for his flyers and warriors alike, launching bays, barracks for the soldiers, kitchens, workplaces, and quarters for specialist thralls such as weavers, metal-and leather-workers, and even musicians. Music, aye! For The Mind had something of an ear for Szgany tunes. The stringed bazoura, with its swift, sweetly liquid notes, was like a balm to ease the pain of his troubled head. For his mentalism was all things to Malinari: a blessing and a bane. One thing to hear the mere voices of men — when you have the power to stop them with a command or simple gesture — but something else to hear their very thoughts, so clamorous loud in your mind that you must struggle not to hear them!
'That was the curse of Malinari's mentalism: that it was there whether he wanted it or not. That while giving it direction, controlling it, took a great effort of will, shutting out its generally useless babble — the tumult of an entire aerie's thoughts — were almost impossible! And when the sun was up and the barrier mountains rimmed in gold, many a sleepless day for my master if not for the musicians who laved his mind with the songs of Sunside.
'But I fear I have strayed. For I was speaking of Malstack and now have returned to Malinari. Or perhaps not, for this was what you wanted: to learn about The Mind and his ways. And anyway, and as I've said, an aerie is an aerie, and all much of a kind. Enough of Malstack.
'So, what else can I tell you of my master as was? Let me think a moment…
'His origins? Oh, yes, I know of them also. For with time, after I had proved myself as a thrall, rising through the ranks to become a lieutenant — and when during the bloodwars I became the first of his lieutenants — we got to be close, Malinari and I. Well, as close as master and slave can get. And upon a time, during a brief lull when we took respite in Malstack, I remember he said to me:
' 'Do you know, but what is in the blood usually comes out in the flesh?'
'To which I replied, 'Master?'
''Your father,' he said. 'Do you know how he became chief of the Vadastras?'
' 'I was a child at the time,' I answered, 'But yes, I remember. You made him the chief, my Lord.'
' 'And do you know why?'
''I have no idea, Lord.'
''Several reasons. One: because he desired the job. Among Szgany supplicants it takes a strong man — a man with a strong stomach — to be a chief and give away his own people. Two: because he was big and insensitive and a bully born, which I suppose is much the same as one. And three: because Dinu was rare among men, one of a small number that I could bear to converse with. Or rather, with whom I conversed on a level, without concerning myself whether or no they lied, and so not caring.'
''I am trying to understand, master,' I told him, since it seemed he required an answer.
''I divine men's thoughts,' Malinari explained. 'When they think against me, then I am… angered. And when I am angered, then I lose good men. Wherefore it sometimes serves me well not to read them! And I tell you, I lied to your father when I told him that his devious ways were known to me. Suspected, perhaps, but never known for a
