‘Yes. I’d freshly deserted the paladins. The corruption had eaten deep into the clans and I was one of those who got out. I stood with the Qaloch, as others did, to oppose the persecution and injustice your people faced. As much of the maltreatment came from the paladins, from my blood, my duty lay in trying to rectify that wrong.’
‘You knew about these Founder offspring by then?’
‘Only because of my association with your people. As the native inhabitants of Bhealfa, their lineage was age old, and their path had crossed with the Founders’ many times in the past. In fact, I suspect Qalochians were used as a pool by the Founders. There were wise folk in your tribes who knew the truth. No one believed them, and they grew to be circumspect.’
‘A pool?’ Serrah queried.
‘I think that, now and again, Qaloch women were used to pleasure Founder males. As they’ve always been subject to bigotry, and widely feared because of their martial reputation, Qalochians were a good choice. Very few cared what happened to them, and even fewer would have listened to their grievances.’
‘What an awful way to exploit people. These Founders sound complete shits.’
‘It must have been a very convenient arrangement for them,’ Caldason said, a cold wrath barely restrained. ‘What happened to change things?’
‘It came to a head with your mother’s pregnancy,’ Mahaganis replied. ‘I believe that was an extreme rarity, unprecedented, perhaps. As I said, our races were not intended to procreate. That was when the clans were contracted to wipe out the Qaloch, to be sure of killing you. It took no great leap of imagination to realise that Founder descendants were the clients. The paladins, to their shame, didn’t know or didn’t care where the money came from.’
Caldason, as a rule so hard to read, was visibly shaken. ‘They wanted my death so badly they’d massacre my entire race?’
‘That’s how jealously they defend their blood. I know it’s hard to take, and how easy it must be for you to feel guilty about your people’s fate, but it’s not your fault, boy. You have to get that through your stubborn head if nothing else.’
‘But why should it be so important to them?’ Serrah wondered. ‘Why did Reeth have to die? It seems such a harsh punishment for breaking a taboo. There has to be more to it.’
‘All cultures have their prohibitions, including ours,’ the old man reminded her, ‘and some of the empires’ punishments are pretty draconian.’
‘Maybe…’ Wendah muttered in a small, uncertain voice, then stopped, looking uncomfortable.
They were all surprised to hear her speak. ‘Go on, dear,’ Mahaganis cajoled. ‘What did you want to say?’
‘Only that…well, it might not be just about some rule being broken.’ She gave Caldason a wary sidelong glance. ‘Perhaps they hate him because they fear him.’
‘The same thing occurred to me,’ Kutch threw in.
‘What’s your meaning?’ Mahaganis said.
‘Is it because Reeth’s half Founder that he’s lived so long?’
‘It must be. In the same way that the Source has prolonged my own life.’
‘And like Phoenix.’
‘Who?’
‘Someone we know,’ Serrah explained, ‘who’s also lived beyond his time through Founder magic. Sorry, Kutch; make your point.’
‘I was going to say, what does it mean to have Founder blood? Apart from living longer.’
‘It would explain Reeth’s visions,’ Mahaganis told him, ‘and the apparent link he has with the warlord, Zerreiss. Though I’ve no idea why.’
‘They seem like symptoms,’ Kutch reasoned. ‘I was wondering whether, if you share their blood, do you share their powers?’
‘The Founders weren’t human. Some scholars think they might have been like us once, long ago, but developed into something beyond our state. Who knows what breeding with them means?’
‘Suppose it gives some magical power or ability they don’t want to share? Something that might be dangerous to them.’
‘I can…see something in Reeth,’ Wendah contributed, adding unnecessarily, ‘with my talent.’
‘What can you see?’ Caldason asked, less than kindly.
She blinked at him, as though trying to penetrate a haze. ‘I can’t explain. Something I’ve never seen before.’
‘You haven’t had contact with that many people,’ Serrah reminded her.
‘That’s true. But it still feels strange.’
‘What about you, Kutch?’ Serrah asked.
‘I gave up spotter training because I couldn’t cope with what I was picking up from Reeth, remember. So I suppose that kind of confirms it.’
‘No, it doesn’t,’ Caldason objected. ‘You’re all making a hell of a lot of assumptions about me. What about the alternative?’
‘What alternative?’ Mahaganis said.
‘That whatever ails me has nothing to do with Founder magic.’
‘What else could it be?’
‘I don’t know…a curse laid on me by an enemy perhaps, or-’
‘A curse unlike any ever seen before? Oh, come on.’ Mahaganis grimaced. ‘You’re looking for explanations when the truth’s staring you in the face. Nobody can blame you for not wanting to accept any of this, but whatever troubles you was inherited from your father, and he was of the Founder race.’
‘What knowledge do you have of him? Did you ever meet?’
‘No, and I’ve no idea what became of him. Perhaps he suffered the ultimate punishment. We don’t know how they’d treat one of their own in this kind of situation. But…’
‘What?’
‘I have no proof but, having learnt how the Founder descendants operate, and from what I gathered from Qalochians who survived the great massacre…’
‘Don’t start being coy with me again, old man.’
‘I think he was the one who tried to kill you.’
There was a knock on the mess door. Rad Cheross entered. ‘We’ve outpaced the enemy fleets, just, and there’s no sign of pirates. I guess they’re keeping clear for obvious reasons. Barring mishaps, we’ll reach the Diamond Isle in an hour or two, just ahead of the empires. Be ready to disembark fast.’ He didn’t wait for comments.
Caldason got to his feet.
Serrah was anxious for him. ‘Reeth?’
‘I need some air.’
He headed for the door and she followed. Understanding their need for privacy, the others stayed where they were.
On deck, Caldason went to the rail and gazed at the colossal armada that glowed on the horizon. The sky had grown darker.
Serrah slipped an arm around his waist. ‘How are you feeling?’
‘I’ve learnt that my mother died birthing me, my father tried to kill me and my race was all but exterminated because of me. What would you think my feelings were?’
‘Complicated?’
He smiled despite himself. ‘I can always rely on you for a little gibbet humour.’
‘Sometimes it’s all we’ve got.’ Her features hardened. ‘You know, I’m sceptical about some of what Praltor said in there.’
‘Such as?’
‘Mainly, this idea that the Founders are still around as some kind of secret society. I’m not sure I buy it. He said himself that it was supposition. I never came across a hint of it during my time with the CIS, and dealing with covert groups was my job.’
