Chapter 639: The Poisonous Ichor

Chapter 639: The Poisonous Ichor

The longer Alex and his companions explored Uldars sanctum, the more he learned about the god of Thameland.

First, it was clear that Uldar surrounded himself with reminders of past glories, both his own, and his Heroes in battle. Second, his sanctum was a place where he spent time entertaining visitors, judging from the vast mead hall laid out with platters of steaming food on long white tables. The room also featured a towering fountain where wine flowed without end. Third, hed spent his time watching Thameland from a room built entirely of windows.

And fourth, the god had been meticulous, extremely neat and extremely organised. The sanctum was spotlessly clean, a space made completely of white stone, free of dirt, dust, and divinely empowered so even the slightest scuff or blemish on his floors or white halls was erased. His furnishings were opulent, yet perfectly symmetrical, positioned uniformly.

The golden goblets that sat on the lip of the fountains basin had been organised at equidistant points, while the spread of food in the mead hall had been neatly arranged on the serving platters.

There wasnt the slightest bit of disorder or chaos anywhere in the sanctum

except for here, where they were now standing.

A white table near the sleeping pool was littered with empty vials and bottles, coloured residue had dried at the bottom of some. Corks were tossed aside haphazardly, liquid had dripped on the tabletop, staining the surface. The mess stood out like a sore thumb, considering the orderliness of the other rooms, though the table wasnt the only spot covered in clutter.

Dozens of white towels were strewn on the floor, smeared with dried black ichor. Near the pool, glass buckets sat, filled with the same black substance; numbers had been etched along the side of each one, recording the volume of the contents.

Isolde sniffed the air near the bottles. You were right, Watcher Hill, that strong scent of medicine is coming from these, not the waterand look at the stains on the table and floor. They appear to be from that foul ichor.

Thats weird, Alex said. This place has been cleaning up every bit of dirt we leave behindwhy wouldnt it clean up that stuff? And why wouldnt Uldar clean up those bottles and towels? Everything else in this place is pretty much bordering on obsessively neat and clean.

Brutus growled at the towels, taking a step toward them.

No, Brutus. Theresa grabbed one of his bone spikes, pulling him back. Stay away from there.

Yeah, good call, Grimloch growled. The stuff in those buckets smellsfamiliar.

All eyes turned to him.

Familiar, how? Cedric asked. Whered yever smell somethin like that?

Couldnt smell it off the dried stuff, but those buckets? They stink kinda like he paused, his black doll-like eyes fixed on the substance. When my sister and I were really young, we were out playing on the reef. Well, she was playing. I was stuffing my face.

His voice dropped lower, a deeper growl entering it. Deep in the oceantheres no light; her race and mine can see in the dark, so its fine but he paused again.

Alex couldnt remember the last time Grimloch had strung so many words together in a row.

Or any time when his voice had sounded so troubled.

...I swam around a corner, chasing a fish; then I saw light. Big glowing light, he growled. Maybe a hundred and fifty feet in front of me and up. Any of you ever heard of a Sea Banshee? Thats what you land folk call them.

Khalik swore. By the Sapphire Sea!

Whats that? Hart asked, looking between them.

Its a kinda jellyfish. Grimloch explained. Theyre huge, enormous, with bodies as big as Vesuvius and tiny tentacles no wider than a thread, but theyre stronger than steel, and nearly a thousand feet long. They carry venom in those tentacles that can kill just about anything that moves. The one we saw that daybefore my sister pulled me awayhad a bunch of mermaids, some tuna and a whale shark in its tentacles. Ill never forget the smell of that venom.

He nodded to the buckets. And that stuff there? Smells close enough. I bet you a bucket of it could kill everyone in here thats not Claygon.

Silence washed over the group.

Venom Merzhin muttered. Does that mean somebody poisoned Uldar? Did a disease take his life? What could make a god sick?

I dunno Thundar grunted, looking around the room. I dont know much of anything right now. I mean, every room we walk into, I just end up with more questions. How did he die? How long did he live? When did he die? Who was he expecting?

He scratched his head. This feels like one of those whodunnit plays, except theres no butler to blame stuff on. Its always the damned butler, in those.

His guest could have done it, Merzhin suggested. ButUldar was so mighty. How does this even happen?

I dunno, the minotaur repeated. And I dont think were gonna learn the reason from anything weve seen in this place so far. He snorted. Did anyone notice any other rooms? Anything we missed?

They looked at each other.

No, Watcher Hill said. I saw nothing.

Murmurs of agreement followed.

The group had returned to the staircase that led to the sanctum from Uldars Rise. Tyris had reunited with her massive tortoise, and everyone was heading downstairs, examining the murals as they went along until they reached a spot where they abruptly stopped. The rest of the way down, the walls were completely blank.

Merzhin swallowed loudly. Anyone think Uldar died before he could complete more of these murals?

That is the most likely explanation, Isolde said. And if that is the case, then Uldar has been dead for a long time. A very long time.

Her words left a chill running down Alexs spine. How long have we been just playing out the same fight against the Ravener over and over again, thinking that Uldar was there watching over us. Helping us. When the only thing watching over us was a damned corpse?

We could find out by counting the murals above us, Khalik suggested. At least that could provide us with a good estimate.

Excellent idea, Watcher Hill said. That blank space will throw things off somewhat, but the murals should still give us a reasonable idea as to when he died.

Slowly, they made their way back up the stairs, counting murals.

Onetwothreefive Claygon counted out loud.

They kept going.

Tentwelvefourteen the golem continued.

They were coming closer to the upper landing.

Nineteen

They reached the blank space on the wall.

There aresix more cycle muralsafter the blank space Claygon said. If the murals stopped when Uldar diedthen he died roughly He paused. How many years between cycles again?

Merzhin was as pale as a ghost. A hundred years between each cycle. That means, our god died twenty five hundred years into the Ravener cycles.

dyou know how many cycles thereve been, Merzhin? Alex asked nervously.

The Saint took a deep breath. The church does not have complete records for each cycle. Some cycles are very bad, but most estimates suggest that thereve been just over sixty cycles in Thamelands history.

Silence.

The church school didnt tell us that, Theresa said quietly. They said that its hard to know for sure.

Yes. Merzhin said. That is true, but estimates indicate that sixty is likely the most accurate number.

Oi, oi, oi, Cedric said. Ymean ttell me thatthis shite has been goin on fsomethin like six thousand years an bloody Uldar might've been dead frover half ov em?

Thirty-five hundred years, Isolde murmured. The same scene has been repeated for thirty five hundred years since he died.

This is. This Merzhin sat down on the steps, putting his face in his hands. This cannot be. He has been dead for so long? We have been alone for so long?

Thundar grunted, shaking his head. Damn hard to take. By my ancestors.

Well, now we have an idea of when he died, Khalik said. But perhaps there is more we can learn. Come now, might there not be a secret doorway hidden in the sanctum? Somewhere we missed? Actuall

The prince paused.

I think I know where we should check next.

Where? Alex asked. Did you think of something?

Many royal leaders have hidden passages that lead from their castles to safety. Do you know where those passages tend to be?

Where?

Khaliks eyes flashed, his expression sinister.

Either beneath, or behind the throne.

Oh dear, Isolde said.