Yes, said Dai Shan, taking care not to risk giving offense by reacting to the stinks of corruption and burnt unicorn fouling the cold night air. I created and commanded it. I m Dai Shan of the House of Shan in Telflamm, if those names mean anything to one so venerable as the august magus I see before me.
It s a crime for any of the living to seek to control an undead, the leader said.
Dai Shan arched an eyebrow. Even one that would never have existed in the first place had the living man not shaped it from a wisp of himself? he asked. I m not sure that s incontrovertibly rational or incontestably fair. Still, I humbly apologize for inadvertently offending against your customs.
It s not a custom. It s a law, the creature replied.
As you say, Dai Shan said. It really was cold here, and the Shou instructed himself not to shiver. Not only would it disgrace him, but it might lead the thing with three heads to imagine he was afraid, and that in turn might elicit aggression.
But sadly, it s too late for the enforcement of any law to benefit the shadow, Dai Shan continued. As you so astutely observed, it s already gone beyond recall, and the actual person who made and directed it is beyond your reach. Might it not be more productive, then, for you and his proxy to discuss matters of mutual import in the time remaining before I, too, disappear?
The undead leader grunted, or perhaps it was a single grudging beat of laughter. What do you want, Dai Shan of the House of Shan in Telflamm? it said.
The valiant captain s name, for a start, if you see fit to honor me with it, replied the Shou.
Falconer will do. What else do you want?
Griffons.
The undead hesitated. I don t know what you mean, it said.
Then please, allow me to enlighten you. Dai Shan said. He told the undead about the captured beasts, Yhelbruna, and the competition she d proclaimed.
When he had finished, Falconer said, Then it sounds like you or the phantom that was here before you should have fought on the unicorn s side.
Only if I thought that my agents and I could contribute significantly to the hathrans victory, replied Dai Shan, But what if I question whether such a victory will even materialize? What if I think that you risen Nars and durthans have a better chance of prevailing? Then it would be prudent to throw in with you. That is, of course, if you re willing to part with the griffons to compensate me for the assistance I would provide.
Falconer fingered the fleshless jaw of the middle skull while he said, If I were this Yhelbruna, I might well send an agent or his proxy to make such an offer in the hope that some gullible soul would take him into his confidence and divulge useful information. Especially if there was no true risk to the actual agent himself.
Inwardly, Dai Shan acknowledged Falconer s shrewdness. That was indeed one ploy to attempt in the game in which he was trying to be on everyone s or at least the hathrans, the undead s, and Mario Bez s side at once.
Noble champion, he said, you re wise to be cautious, and indeed, I expected nothing less. But I believe I know how to allay your concerns. Tell me nothing. Not yet. Instead, simply let me help you. I ve explained there are four other groups who truly are seeking your downfall. Let me destroy one of them as a way of demonstrating my good faith.
I have a measure of authority, but I m not the supreme commander of all my kind, replied the undead. I can t say yes or no to such a venture.
Then I suggest we devise a means of communication that will allow such deliberations to proceed, said the Shou.
Cera cried out as the sweet building pressure inside her exploded into release, and Aoth grunted as he finished right along with her. After a few moments, he rolled off her, and they lay for a time, their sweaty bodies pressed together, utterly relaxed and looking up at the rafters of Borilak Murokina s longhouse.
That was delicious, she said after a while.
Glad you liked it, he replied with a chuckle.
I wonder what it would have been like to do it in the Feywild.
We were a little busy, and maybe it s just as well. If it was too good
Then making love in our world might not satisfy us anymore? I don t believe that could ever happen.
No, neither do I, really.
But I guess this will have to hold us for a while. She pouted. Even though the only reason I came north was to be with you.
He peered at her as he did when he wasn t sure if she was teasing. She realized she wasn t entirely sure, either.
You know I don t want to separate, he said. But I don t think any of us should go anywhere by himself
And obviously, she replied, Vandar needs to be one of those who goes back to Immilmar to bring the Griffon Lodge north. But he and Jhesrhi could ride the wind east while you and I go with Zyl to see the fey.
Aoth sighed before saying, That s the way I d like to do it. But
You don t think you should separate from Jhesrhi, Cera replied.
Is it that obvious?
It is to me.
Well, I hope it isn t to her. I don t want her to think I don t trust her. And that s not it. Not so far. But I am worried. She says she s glad she changed, and I understand how she might be. But is it true? At times, she fought so hard to overcome her problems. What s this but an excuse to surrender to them?
I understand your worries, and of course you have to take care of her. She s your foster daughter, or near enough, and I don t want you to think looking after her makes a problem between you and me. It s just
What?
Cera wasn t sure herself what she truly wanted to say but continued on as best she could. During that final battle in Luthcheq, we killed dragons. Perhaps, without quite realizing it, I came away thinking that if we could manage that, no lesser foe could harm us. I certainly didn t expect this journey to be especially dangerous. But we almost lost Jet in the sacred grove. I could have lost you when the fomorian held you spellbound.
But we re all fine now, Aoth said.
But it didn t have to turn out that way.
Aoth frowned. Sweetheart, I don t know what you want me to say. That we re invincible? You re not a child, and you know better. Any soldier can die in any fight against any enemy. All it takes is one mistake or a bit of bad luck. But you, Jhes, Jet, and I are good at what we do. The odds are with us most of the time, and when they re not, we cheat.
I know, and I m not turning into a coward
I certainly know that.
It just strikes me, you ll always be a warrior and have battles to fight. That s just who you are. But does it have to be exactly like this? After what you accomplished in Chessenta, Shala Karanok would be happy to make a permanent place for you there. You could be a nobleman; Jhesrhi, Gaedynn, and Khouryn could be knights; and the Brotherhood could become a part of the regular army.
And you wouldn t have to choose between being the head of your faith in Chessenta and staying with me.
I love you, Aoth. Truly. But I can t roam the world with you if Amaunator tells me my place is in Luthcheq.
And I love you. Truly. But I won t become the vassal of any lord. Not even a good one like Shala.
Why not?
I suppose because when I was young, I served too many bad ones. Their ambitions laid waste to my homeland, and they used me with no regard at all for my welfare. And eventually, it made me decide that I was never going to think of anyone as my better or my master ever again. And I never have. Sellswords offer their services to kings and such, but we negotiate the terms, and the contracts are always temporary.
She shifted, getting more comfortable in the crook of his muscular arm. I know you re independent, she said.
You don t even like the suggestion that a god is telling you what to do.
