agreeable. The drinkers were a mixed group. Church recognised many of the travellers he had seen on Wave Sweeper-some of them even nodded to him as if they were old friends-but there were many strangers.
'None of your people?' Church said.
'This place is for the benefit of others. The many who come to visit us, seeking the gratitude of the gods, seeking direction or redemption.'
There was a raucous group of muscular men with red beards, so they headed to a quiet table under the overhang of a staircase. It was pleasantly dark and secluded. Baccharus returned from the bar with two pewter mugs filled with ale that frothed over the edges.
'Given freely and without obligation?'
'This is a place for visitors,' Baccharus replied. 'Everything here is given freely and without obligation.'
Church took a sip. It felt like light and colours were streaming down his throat; a faint buzz of exhilaration filled his veins. 'You're trying to get me drunk before you tell me what you have to say?'
'No. This is the drink of welcome, to put you in a receptive frame of mind.'
'That's what I said.' Church took a long draught, then looked Baccharus directly in his deep, golden eyes. 'What's the true story?'
'That is unanswerable. You strip away one story and another lies behind, and another, and another. You will never find the true story that lies behind it all, for there lies the truth of life. All is illusion, each illusion as valid as any other, until you reach that final level, and to find that is to know how everything works. To know the mind of…' His words trailed off and he ended his thought with a gesture suggesting something too big to comprehend.
'You're as bad as Tom. Ask a simple question and you get a philosophy lecture.'
'The Rhymer is a good man.'
'That's not the point. In this story'-his sweeping arm took in the whole of the bar-'there are a lot of illusions, and now it's time for the truth. Like why you murdered Cormorel.'
Church expected some kind of surprise from Baccharus, or guilt perhaps, or even anger that he had been uncovered, but there was nothing. 'I pay a price every day for that act.'
'You were friends.'
'More than that. To lose Cormorel was like losing part of myself. My existence is forever tainted.'
'Then, why?'
'How long have you known?'
'Don't change the subject.' He softened slightly when he saw Baccharus was telling the truth about his hurt. 'It came to me just before we disembarked. No blinding revelation. Just a gentle understanding that that was what must have happened. You were arguing at the banquet just before he died-'
'Cormorel and I held contrary positions of a kind that you would find hard to grasp unless you were a Golden One.'
'Try me.'
Baccharus finished his beer, then signalled for the barman to bring over two more. 'Then I will tell you of the things I brought you here to understand. Of truth, of a kind. Consider: the view held by the Golden Ones of Fragile Creatures.'
'That we're the lowest of the low.'
'There are many of my kind who would disagree.'
Church was taken aback by this. 'I know some of you are closer to us than others, but I thought all of you at least vaguely held the same view. Veitch defined it: you're like aristocrats looking down on what you consider the lesserborn. Some of you despise us, some of you hold us in contempt, some of you mock us, and even the ones of you who think we're okay still think we're way beneath you.'
'I can understand how you might think that, for that is the view of some, but not all. No, some of us believe the Fragile Creatures are in an exalted position; even above the Golden Ones in the structure of existence, for in their arrogance the Golden Ones have embraced stagnancy, while you Fragile Creatures continue to rise and advance. Within your kind lies tremendous potential. The Golden Ones no longer have potential. This view, as you might expect, is tantamount to blasphemy in some quarters. Indeed, the Golden Ones are riven. But for those of us who are concerned with the great sweep of existence rather than the narrow perspective of our kind, the future of the Fragile Creatures is very important indeed.'
At the bar, the red-bearded men had started to punch each other hard, while laughing heartily. Some of the other drinkers were moving away hesitantly. 'That would be quite a turnaround. Riven, you say. Like a civil war situation?'
'It is very close to that. The Golden Ones have always seen our position as unassailable. Yet to suggest we are not all-knowing, all-powerful, would weaken our position and allow us to be supplanted. A contradiction that gives the lie to the former. I think the latter is not only inevitable-for it is the way of existence — but also to be desired, again, in terms of existence.'
'I remember the first time we met you and Cormorel at the campfire,' Church mused. 'The two of you had a disagreement about whether humanity could ever evolve into gods.'
'At that time, Cormorel did not know the extent of my beliefs, although he was aware of the fractures forming amongst my people. I was influenced by others who have had more contact with the Fragile Creatures across the turning of the ages.'
'Niamh?'
'And the one you know as Cernunnos, and his partner. Ogma. And many more.'
'The three smiths on Wave Sweeper? Were they preparing weapons for a civil war?'
'Perhaps.' Baccharus was uncomfortable. 'Or for a war against the Night Walkers. We would have launched one independently, if necessary. It was, as you pointed out, inevitable. To pretend otherwise was the height of arrogance.'
'Goibhniu wasn't very pleasant to me.'
'He is new to our beliefs, brought round by Niamh, who knew he would be an important asset to our side. He accepts the way things are, but he finds it hard to break from past feelings for Fragile Creatures.'
Church stared into the dark depths of his beer. 'Tom knows about all this?' Comments Tom had made, which at the time had been cryptic or just plain strange, suddenly fell into a new perspective; Baccharus nodded. 'So this isn't just about saving humanity from a big threat, it's about preserving the future of life, everything?'
'True Thomas knew the Golden Ones would have to be resisted as much as the Night Walkers if you Fragile Creatures were to prosper. He is an adept at politics.' Baccharus smiled. 'I like him immensely.'
What had been a quiet conversation about Baccharus's motivation for murder had suddenly taken on a terrible significance that he couldn't absorb all at once. 'What are you saying exactly?'
°I am saying you are all stars. Each Fragile Creature bursting with the potential of a god. Given the right situation, that potential could easily blossom, and from what I have seen of you and the other Brothers and Sisters of Dragons, you could far surpass the Golden Ones. You could all become greater than everything that ever existed. For you love and cry, you are tender, and caring-'
11 — and hateful and murderous.'
Baccharus shrugged. 'It is there within you. The light burns very brightly. Brighter than my own.'
'You're talking about a long period of time-'
Baccharus lowered his head so shadows pooled in his eyes; a skull in the play of light and shade. 'These events you find yourselves in are a catalyst that could propel you-all of your kind-into the next phase of development. My people know thissome will deny it, but they know it somewhere within themselves-and they seek to prevent you achieving your destiny. You will have to fight for your future.'
'That makes a change.' Church pushed his stool back on two legs and rocked, tipsy now. 'So, trickery and deceit right the way down the line. Situation normal.'
'There are manipulations ahead,' Baccharus continued. 'You need to know what is at stake so you can act accordingly; when lies are told to you, when seemingly simple choices are asked of you. Do not allow anyone to make you believe you are lesser, unimportant.'
'I never did.'
Baccharus smiled. 'I always admired your confidence, Brother of Dragons.'
'I saw some of the splits on Wave Sweeper. Many were angered that Manannan offered us his support.'
'The Master had always steered a calm path between the troubled waters. I felt his sympathies lay with you
