priests turned out of Antieux. Some suffered cruelly. Nobody cared. Raymone turned on those who had conspired in, collaborated with, and profited from Bishop Richenau's corruption.
Brother Candle had just settled into the baker Scarre's home when Khaurene began to buzz with rumors about events in Antieux.
The Perfect Master wept.
The time of despair, which he had foreseen two years earlier, was about to claim the End of Connec, worse than ever he had imagined.
Once he regained his equanimity Brother Candle took up the task begun in St. Jeules ande Neuis, two years ago.
The Seekers After Light, and their neighbors, must prepare for the onslaught of darkness.
43. Brothe: Last Draught of Summer Wine
Else flung himself into an exhausted sprawl on Anna Mozilla's bed. Why had he walked all the way to her place when he could have taken himself to the Castella dollas Pontellas? Where he could be wrapt in the sweet arms of sleep already?
Redfearn Bechter lacked something that Anna Mozilla did not.
'Well?' she asked. When he did not respond, she said, 'I can see it was rough. Give me a hint. Did you see the Patriarch?'
'I did.'
'So what's he like? Up close.'
'Not what you'd expect. Shorter than he seems from a distance. He looks like a shopkeeper. Who drinks a lot And eats too much food overspiced with garlic. And doesn't seem interested in the workaday chores of his office. There'll be a lot of corruption around his court.'
'That's not hot news, sweetheart. Corruption's been the hallmark of the Patriarchy for eight hundred years. You're messing with me. Tell me.'
'I got the job. I'm the new Captain-General of the Patriarchal armies. Pinkus is thrilled. Bronte Doneto and Paludan Bruglioni are thrilled. The Sayags and the Arniena are excited. Principatй Delari is ecstatic. I'm the only one who has reservations.'
'That's because you think too much. Take a nap. I'll cook something special. We'll celebrate.'
Else did not listen. 'I've gotten too important. Too many people will be looking at me too closely. People from Duarnenia won't remember me.'
Anna kissed him on the forehead. 'You think too much. So real Duarnenians won't know you. Every adventurer in Brothe lies about his past. Nobody cares as long as you don't screw up here.'
True. But that did not temper his unease. 'And I'm worried about Principatй Delari. He's way too interested in me.' That disturbed him the most. He could not work out why Delari wanted to be his patron.
'So maybe he wants to replace his little boy with a real man.'
'No! It's more of what was going on with Grade Drocker, there at the end. Only more so. People have noticed. They're beginning to wonder.'
'You just can't stand it when things go well, can you?'
Else let a silence grow before he replied, 'They aren't going that well.'
'Uh-oh. I've got a bad feeling about this.'
'Yes. The Patriarch only needed two minutes to appoint me Captain-General. Then he wanted to talk about the End of Connec. Endlessly.'
'He's not still? …'
'He is.'
'People are still screaming for him to pay off his loans from the Calziran Crusade.'
'That may be all that keeps him from doing what he wants. The fools who live in the Connec have given him all the excuse he needs. They murdered the Bishop of Antieux.'
'That's the second one.' Anna joked, 'Antieux must be a very corrupting place.'
Else recalled the city. 'No. The problem is the men Sublime sends there. They're corrupt already. Hoping to get rich. The local count came back from Calzir and found Richenau trying to steal anything that survived our visit two years ago. So he killed him. I hear Richenau was just as ugly in his last post.'
'Then this count did the world a favor.'
'No doubt. But the bishop was an old crony of Honario Benedocto. With ties to the Arnhander court. Which means Arnhand will want to punish the Connec. And the more so because this count engineered the Black Mountain Massacre.'
'So Sublime hopes.'
Else was surprised by her tone. 'I expect.' He could not focus. But he did not want to fall asleep.
'Would he appoint this felon because of his character? Counting on this fire-breathing count to serve up an excuse for a crusade?'
Sleepily, Else said, 'I hadn't thought of that. He could do it.' His eyelids had lead weights riding them.
Anna said, 'Go ahead and nap. I'll fix something.”
He heard no more.
Anna poked Else.hard. 'Wake up!'
Else sprang up, momentarily disoriented and confused and on the verge of panic.
'What?'
'You were moaning and talking. Even yelling.'
'I was having a dream.'
'Must've been ugly.'
'Uh… I don't know. For sure. It had to do with when I was little. My mother… my sister…' He did not admit that he had been having these bad dreams occasionally since witnessing the destruction of those Instrumentalities beneath the wall of al-Khazen.
Nor were the nightmares unique. Others who had been there were suffering similar night troubles. Gledius Stewpo had committed suicide.
He hoped time would work its cure and the awful, agonizing memories would subside into the darkness where they had lain quiescent for decades.
He did not want those memories back. Not for a moment. There was too much pain back in the deepest depths of the past. Much better to square up to the future, work to exhaustion, and forget all that.
'Are you all right now?'
'I'm fine. I don't know why my mind started throwing this stuff up. Not much scares me. This does.'
Anna reflected for a moment. 'Maybe it's coming back because you're afraid you're losing your family again.'
'Huh?'
'It must be awful to be kidnapped and sold when you're practically still a baby.' Anna knew most of his story now. 'You really attached yourself to your training school family. And now you're afraid your surrogate father and Sha-lug family have rejected you.'
Else stared at her, trying to follow her thinking, hating it, wanting to counterattack, and, yet, feeling that her bolt had struck near the bull's-eye. 'I'd rather not talk about it anymore. Is supper ready?'
'That's why I woke you up. It's on the table. Getting cold.'
'Let's go, then. I'm famished.'
The dreams were there again. Else was within moments of getting a direct look at the faces of his mother and sister. Heris? No father ever entered these harsh dreams.
Anna interrupted again. Again, he came up out of sleep confused and uncertain of his whereabouts. He
