Chapter 811: The Reunion

Chapter 811: The Reunion

Baelin? Alex gasped.

Isolde was standing perfectly still, seemingly stunned.

Professor Jules dropped the rest of the books on the table in surprise. You old goat! she cried, her voice muffled through her mask.

A fine greeting to you too, Vernia, Baelin said dryly. I feel as though I am some dusty old cloak that one has shoved into the back of their wardrobe. Unsung and unwanted.

Baelinyoure back! Alex cried, barely resisting the urge to hug the ancient archwizard. You're really back!

No thanks to my cabal. The chancellor sighed. They really did try to work me to death this time, though I cannot blame them. I had them searching half the planes for a clue as to the origins of the Travellers language for the better part of a year, and then I led them on a crusade of vengeance and discovery into one of the hells, so I suppose them working me to the bone for the better part of a year was quite justified.

He spread his hands. But, my duties are now fulfilled, and I hope you are all doing well. I stopped at the university and learned that you were here, Vernia, so here I am, curious to hear your news. I spotted Isolde in the courtyard as she was making her way here and followed her. I was pleased to see your tree growing so well, Alex.

A lump was forming in Alexs throat.

Hed really missed the chancellor, far more than hed realised.

Yeah, Alex said. It really is, isnt it?

It truly has, Baelin said with a twinkle in his eye. Well, get it over with.

Get what over with? Alex said.

You're trying to resist the urge to hug this old goatman, its as obvious as the beak on your mask. The ancient goatman said lightly. Come ahead, do not worry, we've been through too much together for me to be awkward about that sort of thing. SoGah!

Alex rushed the chancellor and caught him up in a bear hug, lifting him off his hooves. Welcome back! Welcome back, Baelin! Im so glad to see you!

I must say that it is good that I am not as feeble as many a fraction of my age are! the chancellor laughed, patting Alex on the back. You would've snapped me in half, otherwise!

Alex put his mentor down. Oh, nothing can kill you!

Hah! Flattery, now this is a proper welcome! Baelin stepped back from Alex, smoothing his magnificent robes. His bronze beard-clasps clinked as he moved. His braided beard was noticeably longer than it had been when hed left. Vernia, you could learn something from our young friend.

Professor Jules trembled. It'schancellor, it's good to have you back. Her words were clipped. So much has happened around here while you were gone, and in some ways, its been too muchbut it's just good to have you back.

Baelins cheer dimmed.

The chancellor looked around the room, his eyes seeming to take in every detail in an instant.

No. Professor Jules glowered at him. Youre not nearly sorry enough, chancellor. You'd understand being sorry if you were the one who had to look into Miss London's parents eyes and explain to them why they would never see their daughter in this life again. You'd be truly sorry if you were the one burying all of those people who died at Uldars Rise. Sorry would be if you were stuck here, helpless, while filth ran Mr. Roth down like rabid dogs. Sorry would be if you had to juggle the responsibilities of the expedition, the war, and everyones lives at once. No, chancellor, I am sorry. You were not here to experience what sorry is.

Alex gasped sharply.

Isolde paled.

A years worth of frustrations, poured out in a torrent.

Baelin weathered the torrent well, looking at Professor Jules with eyes that seemed to pierce her. Then, his shoulders slumped.

You were responsible for breaking life-shattering news, and then you had to bear the blame from those angered at their loss, Baelin said. You had to lay to rest many who worked with us, then explain to their families what had happened. There was blame and anger on their part, and guilt on yours. Responsibilities were thrust upon you that you had great difficulty meeting, and they came with pressures from all sides. You were helpless when those that you cared for, were being trampled and destroyed, which made you feel small. Above all, you imagined meelsewherehaving grand adventures, while you were left to pick up the pieces my absence put upon you.

There was pain in Baelins voice.

Deep frustration. It was subtle but unmistakable, and if Professor Jules was a torrent, then the chancellors was an ocean.

It might be difficult to believe, Vernia. But I am truly sorry; a great regret is thatfor all the power I have acquired over my many lifetimesI cannot be in more than one place at a time. You might find this even more difficult to believe, since it comes from the lips of an old monster like me, but once I too was young. Just like you, I lived through very similar circumstances. Not the same, as I cannot presume to know what you have dealt with while I was gone. But similar. I deeply apologise that you had to handle these things alone, Vernia. I will take full responsibility.

You had better, she said. It's been beyond hard while you were gone, chancellor. And, I want you to realise something. I warned you that Miss London was going into danger. I warned you that she was risking her life, and that she would've been safer in Generasi. I warned you that she and Alex should have remained in the city. If you had listened to me, she would very likely still be alive. I want you to understand that, chancellor, and take responsibility for it.

I do, Vernia. I recognize that had I forced her to return to Generasi, then she likely would still be alive, the ancient wizards voice rumbled. I, however, do not regret my decision.

What? Professor Jules demanded. How could you say that? Shes dead!

She was a Proper Wizard, Vernia. Baelin watched her, his expression like stone. Unmoving, except for his lips. Unblinking. She died of her own accord, protecting her friends. She died, dealing a terrible blow to a vicious enemy. She died, and it sounds like she found peace and enlightenment with that act, in the arms of the Traveller; I do not approve of such a need to grasp onto the hem of a deitys cloak, but that was her way, and she lived it to the end. Now, from the sounds of it, she is reaching a new transcendent existence. She is free of the lies that chained her life, given to her by a church spawned by a vicious, evil god. Had I protected her, what would have happened, Vernia? She would be here in Generasi, physically safe, yet perhaps broken and wondering what to do with her life because of what shed learned about her beloved god. Even now, we still might not have any idea of the existence of a hidden church, and she might have never come to terms with her own place in the universe and her faith.

He sighed. I do not know. Vernia, when you live as long as I have, you learn to treat your regrets very carefully; they can grow endlessly over the centuries and millennia, until they consume you. What-ifs become a constant plague. And sometimes, you must learn to accept that what is done, is done, and learn not to negate the positivity granted by terrible occurrences. That, I learned from my earliest days in the wilderness. If you wish for me to say that I was wrong, then, unfortunately, I cannot help you.

His beard-braids clinked. Carey was a young woman, and a bright wizard. She was an adult, and deserved to live her full life. It was not in my place to tell her to hide away, unless she requested that of me. She did not, so I let her be. I cannot regret that.

She was too young to know better, Professor Jules said.

I think you are discrediting her. Carey London seems to have lived as a wise and brave young woman. His goat-like eyes burned. She was no child. She was a Proper Wizard. My only regret is that I was not here to aid her in her time of trouble. Again, I lament not being able to be at more than one place at once. But concerning her, that is my only regret. All I can do now, is aid all of you in your struggle with this accursed Ravenerwhile I also catch up with my duties here.

I Professor Jules started, then bit her tongue. Chancellor Baelin, I'm still angry with you and I resent whats happened, but my anger isnt going to change a single thing, now is it? But, youre back now and you can help us. And with thatI'm going to go home. I'm going to get some sleep, and then tomorrow, well move on. But I want you to know that sometimes, you can be a little heartless.

I know, was all Baelin said. He looked at Alex and Isolde. You both must be tired as well, why don't you get some rest and we can continue in the morning?

Actually Alex said. Unless youre really tired, Baelin, could I stay and talk to you for a bit?