2.16 In Which the Dark Lord Suffers the Little Children

2.16 In Which the Dark Lord Suffers the Little Children

I finally learned about Fflyr funerary customs that day.

They did cremate their dead. Not in crematoriums, though, they used open-air pyres. That would not work ordinarilyit takes an immense amount of heat to reduce a human body to ash, and I would knowbut the Fflyr had the advantage of asauthec, which it turned out could be properly blended and concentrated to burn at ludicrous temperatures. There was, in fact, a specific funerary blend which was not only intensely hot and not very bright, but scented.

As the priest in the mourning chapel explained to me, the resident ignorant foreigner, burning human flesh results in the smell of roasting meat, which apparently is universally appetizing and thus deeply disturbing to people attending a funeral. I had fortunately never had to think about things like this, but it made a horrible kind of sense. Funerary asauthec, I was told, smelled overpoweringly like rain and lightning, and was the reason the Fflyr associated storms with death. So, petrichor and ozone, basically. I wondered how they got refined khora oil to smell like that. Alchemy was pretty spooky stuff.

Mourning chapels were the Radiant Convocations equivalent of funeral homes. They were all owned and run by the central church and staffed by priests. Apparently there were a lot more of them in Gwyllthean than actual temples meant for worshipbecause obviouslyand were a major source of the Convocations income. Thus, while the priests in the nice middle ring mourning chapel raised their eyebrows when I wanted them to conduct services for five Gutter Rats, one look at my coin and they were instantly all solemn professionalism.

Salvation awaits those who can pay. As it always was and always will be.

The proper time for the actual ceremony was dusk, according to my quietly delivered crash course in Sanorite religion. The daylight was Sanoras domain while Virya ruled the night, so the dead were sent off in the twilight between them, so as to be fairly judged by both sisters. To do so during full daylight or darkness would be to try to tilt the disposition of the soul toward one or the other, which would have unpredictable effects on the judging and likely invite punishment for the mortal mourners from either goddess, or both.

It was funny. On Earth Id dismiss all this as superstition. Here, I knew for a fact that the goddesses were real, and I was still forced to dismiss it as superstition, because I also knew for a fact that they didnt care.

Obviously, I didnt criticize their religious practices. Ultimately these things are for the people left behind, not for the dead. It was truly comforting, having a ritual surrounding death, even if the ritual was unfamiliar to me and based on bullshit. As the main beneficiary of this solemn routine, I just embraced it without comment.

For the entire day leading up to the cremation, the dead were laid on altars beneath the dome of the mourning chapel, which was surrounded by benches upon which the mourners would keep a vigil until dusk fell. The priests cleaned the bodies and dressed them in simple white robes; coins were used to weigh their eyelids closed, and strips of white cloth draped across that, their ends weighted atop the altar to each side of the head by small carved figurines. Apparently these were mythical creatures unique to the Radiant Convocations customs, an incorporation of Fflyr folktalkes into Sanorite practices. Food was prepared and placed by the deceased, their favorite meal in life to give them a comforting send off to the other realm. Nearly heatless torches burned around the room with another unique blend of scented asauthec, this one with a smooth yet spicy aroma that apparently repelled insects and crawns.

I hadnt known these kids. I didnt even know their names, much less what they liked. Id bought each a couple of those meat and vegetable skewers in pepper sauce that Gilder, Benit, and Radon had all loved so much, as well as sour strawberry tarts and some of the taffy-like chewy candy also available from the street vendors. Stuff I figured children would enjoy. Funny enough, these were much higher-quality and more expensive treats that Id purchased from middle ring eateries, because the vendor stands in the Gutters were all in ruins, thanks to me.

And then there was nothing but to keep the vigil. The priests retreated politely, leaving us alone with the dead.

It was just the four of us; none of these childrens actual friends could even get here in the middle ring, nor could I reach out to them with the pogrom still winding down. And even if I could, my suspicions about who must have enabled this would have prevented me. So they were seen off to the next world by strangers. Me, the interloping asshole responsible for their deaths, and my handful of minions.

Aster and Nazralind were suitably solemn for the occasion. At some point while I was making arrangements theyd apparently found time for a chat, because Aster had stopped treating Naz like an annoying idiot inexplicably following me around and more with the uncertainty of someone whod never been in the company of a Highlady before and now was doing so under circumstances in which none of the familiar social hierarchies applied. Lamm had been smuggled out of the prison by Norovena during the hubbub, and was with us as well, as I didnt consider it safe for anyone with me to be out of my sight and therefore the range of my Heal spell so long as we were in Gwyllthean. This was doubtless not what hed expected of his first duty in my employ, so he just kept his mouth shut and played along. Smart man.

The entrance to the mourning chapel was cleverly designed to allow ingress without any noise to disturb the mourners: while it was in use, the front doors were propped open, and its entryway was a winding sequence of sharp ninety-degree turns with multiple heavy curtains to muffle sound from outside. Thus, I didnt realize someone else had arrived until I heard his boots on the tile floor as he approached the altars, and even those were quieter than they should have been.

When I raised my head, Lamm was already closely watching the new arrival, but saying nothing, clearly detecting no threat. The other two looked up in surprise at his approach.

He paced slowly across the floor, his armor unnervingly whisper-quiet when it seemed like it should have clanked like a bag of cans. That armor gleamed under the light of the torches and narrow windows as if it had just been polished, which I suspected wasnt true. It was just that magical. Plates of silvery white metal that almost resembled platinum, revealing a black mesh undercoat at the joints which looked to me more like modern kevlar or something than any chain mail Id seen, and its pristine tabard and overcoat of Sanorite colors: white and red, trimmed in gold. The knight in shining armor stepped softly up to the nearest of the altars, and he knelt.

Rhydion lowered his head and remained in that posture in silence while we all looked on. It took me a confused moment to realize he was probably reciting a prayer, just not out loud. We watched from our respective seats on the benches around the walls until, minutes later, the paladin finally stood. I straightened my back, waiting for him to approach.

Instead, he stepped over to the next altar and knelt by the head of the girl there. She couldnt have been more than nine.

In the silence of the chapel, Rhydion paid respects in full to each victim, taking whatever time it took for every prayer without hurry. I found I appreciated the gesture. This took him on a circuit of the periphery of the chapel, as the priests had arranged the movable altars in as symmetrical a position as they could, with each bodys head facing outward.

Only when the business of his faith had been fully attended to did the paladin of Sanora rise again and approach me. Armor still making only the softest of whispers, he seated himself on the bench at my side, less than an arms length away.

I mourn with you, he said. His voice was soft, but still prominent amid the stillness of the dead.

I nodded once. It was quiet for another moment before I found myself speaking without really having planned to. You mustve had a busy morning. I heard the Kings Guild formed the first line of attack.

All of us who were present in the city, he said, his helmet shifting in a slight nod of his own. And I have spent the remainder of the morning in the Gutters. For me to forcibly intervene with the Kingsguard would createrepercussions. I avoid causing such shockwaves, as they are always felt by the countless innocent rather than myself. As you have seen today. Still. I find that soldiers are less inclined to brutalize commoners on a street on which I am standing, staring at them with a sword in my hand.

I let out a shuddering breath, distorted by just the faintest echo of the bitter laugh resonating in my brain. Well. Youve just always gotta show me up, huh. Least thats something. And here all Ive done today is murder five children.

Asters head turned toward me in a sharp motion, her face tensing in an expression of pain. I didnt meet her gaze.

That is a difficult claim to credit, Rhydion murmured, coming from a man who has repeatedly shown a soft spot for orphans. And who clearly grieves their deaths.

My left shoulder jerked in an involuntary semi-shrug. Yeah, well. I showed a soft spot for orphans and then antagonized a soulless monster, so it comes down to the same thing, pretty much. This outcome wasmathematical. There was no excuse for me not to see this coming, and I did nothing to stop it. Whoever actually held the knife, this is on me.

Rhydions helmet shifted slightly as if he were looking at me sidelong, and then after a moment returned to facing forward, toward the bodies in the center of the room. I confess, I was prepared for you to blame me for failing to act on your urging sooner.

Whatoh. Ymean that business where I tried to use you as a human shield without explaining what was actually going on while you repeatedly told me you werent interested? I shrugged again. I guess if I tilt my head and squint real hard I could probably come up with a way for this to be your fault, but Meh. My hearts not in it.

It still amazes me, he said in a bare whisper that was only audible due to the quiet of the room, how even in the midst of mourning, you can be so utterly consumed by rage.

At that, I turned toward him, frowning. The hell are you even talking about, man?

What was with this guy?

I mean, well, he was right. The rage was there, the same blinding torrent of white-hot madness that had impelled me through Cat Alley in a whirlwind of magic and blood. It twined around me like an affectionate cat, its purr a muffled roar of incipient violence. I deliberately kept it stoked to a low simmer; I was going to need it very soon. The business of this moment required quiet and calm. But this business would end at dusk, and then I was going to unleash carnage such as this blighted little kingdom had never imagined.

But he didnt know that. And even if he somehow did, this was hardly the time or place.

Clearly I wasnt the only one who thought so. Aster rose smoothly to her feet, took the three steps over to stand alongside us, and stared down her nose at the paladin with an icy expression.

This is a vigil.

Her tone was quiet, as suited the setting, but it was pure steel and it brought me a surge of warmth toward her. The last time she and Rhydion had been in the same room shed been agog with hero-worship. Now

His helmet dipped once in a nod, and without rising he held out his hands and folded them down. Very right. That was an utterly thoughtless thing to say. I apologize most humbly.

Aster raised her chin, her expression not lightening, but after a moment she gave him a jerky little nod and retreated back to her own seat.

Alls forgiven, I said with a sigh. Now of all times Ive got no room to complain. I mean, unless youve murdered five children recently, who the hell am I to criticize?

It was another hour into our silent watch before the next visitor arrived. This one was quieter even than Rhydion had been in his obviously magical armor. She didnt need stealth artifacts to avoid making noise, though. I undoubtedly wouldnt have seen her coming had Biribo not muttered a warning into my ear and then darted away to hide inside my coat.

But he did, and so I had turned my head to watch the entrance when she crept into view.

It was a Gutter Rat. The girl was Ten? Eleven? For as much as people seemed to associate me with children, I sure wasnt any good at guessing their ages. The rest was obvious, though, from her threadbare clothes, wild ratty hair, hollow cheeks and the smudges of dirt ground into her skin.

Tiptoeing in well-practiced silence, she was staring ahead at the altarsat the bodies. I saw the moment of recognition, saw her face crumple, and felt it like a knife in my own gut. Then she saw me watching her and froze, every bit the startled rabbit on the verge of bolting.

Its all right. I kept my voice low, calm, and moved nothing but my mouth. I feared the merest twitch would send her into flight. I think you have every right to be here.

The girl hesitated, tense; she glanced around at everyone else in the room. Aster and Lamm had the same instincts and remained fixed where they were, she with a gentle smile. Nazralind She waved, and I could tell she was wearing a welcoming smile even through her fake beard, that was how big and confident the expression was. She also seemed to have forgotten she was disguised as a scruffy outdoorsman, which made that gesture a very different matter than it would have been coming from a pretty elf.

Fortunately she was clear across the room, so the creepy bearded man with the skin condition didnt spook our visitor into fleeing, though she hesitated, staring warily.

Whats your name? I asked softly.

She looked back at me, nervously, clearly considering whether she should answer. But in the end, she did so, barely above a whisper. Im Aenit.

Aenit. I nodded once. Im Lord Seiji.

Youre Gilders mauh, contact.

Gilders mark, yes, I said with a wry smile. I immediately regretted my moment of humor as Aenit shrank back, obviously expecting me to take offense and dispense punishment. Instead I kept still, and after a second she seemed reassured.

Isis Gilder Is he like

Gilder is fine, I said firmly. Quietly, but firmly. So are Benit and Radon. Theyre living at my place, now, where theyre safe from Lady Gray and Uncle Gently. After the way they helped me, I do everything I can to protect them and make sure theyre okay. I wish To my mortification, I had to pause and physically swallow down a painful lump that rose in my throat. I wish Id thought to protect the others. It just never occurred to me shed do something like this. Its so This is my fault. My eyes turned back to the five bodies, unable to look away.

This is Thats just life. Thats the Gutters. I could see her struggling to push down the tears, even as she stared at the bodies. The look of hard disinterest didnt suit her at all, but she was working to perfect it. Theres no sense in getting

Hey. Slowly, I turned toward her. Not getting off the bench, but angling my body in her direction and leaning forward, bracing my elbows on my lap to look her straight in the eyes. Dont do that. Thats them talking, not you. Gray, Gently, every other asshole who lords it over the Gutters. You deserve better than to be turned into a monster like them. When you lose a friend, you should cry for them. They deserve that much.

I honestly didnt think the effect would be so sudden, or dramatic, but I guess nobody had ever given her permission before. On the contrary, it had probably been openly punished. Aenit managed one choking breath before she broke, crumpling to the floor. Hugging her knees and shaking with violent sobs, to the point I feared she would topple over.

Aster and Nazralind were both moving immediately, but I got there first just because I was closer. All of this was well out of my wheelhouse; I was deeply uncomfortable with touchy-feely huggy stuff. But damn it, all of this was my fault, and also my responsibility. Chickening out was not an option. I slid off my bench, took the two long steps to the girls side, and knelt there, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

She immediately pivoted in stumbled against me, clutching me and bawling, which was physically awkward in that position and nearly sent us both toppling over before I adjusted. Oh, well, Id gone in for a comradely arm about the shoulders, but apparently this was going to be a proper hug now. Also, she was snotting all over the nice coat and shirt Nazralind and the girls had so kindly loaned me.

Shouganai, I mumbled aloud, just holding the girl while she wept.

That took A while. It was a really strange thing, how something which was so actively uncomfortable didnt leave me wanting to end it in a hurry. I guess crying can be cathartic even if youre not the one doing it. There was also my all-consuming guilt to reckon with; if I couldnt comfort one crying child, what the hell was I good for? I was the reason she was crying, after all.

Eventually, though, she did subside. One kid can only hold so muchslimy moisture. I was patting her hair while she hiccuped before I judged it appropriate to ask her anything.

So howd you get up here, Aenit?

She said something which was muffled by my chest, but then pulled back enough to be heard, scrubbing at her nose with one forearm. The poor kid looked frightful, streaked with tears and snot. I hid in a wagon. Listened to guards, found out where you wasset up. Im good at hiding.

Well, Im seriously impressed, I said, meaning it. Even Gilder never got through the gates without my help.

That earned a watery smile. And then Aster was there, bending over and gently dabbing at her face with a handkerchief which I knew had to be Nazralinds because it was some kind of silk and trimmed with lace. Aenit bore this with good grace for a few moments before taking the thing and loudly blowing her nose.

I took that as an opportunity to let go of her and ease back.

I heard more, in the Gutters this morning, she said, still gulping but clearly on the road to recovering her poise. From the I was hiding from the Kingsguard, and from Lady Grays men, and I heard Lord Seiji, it was Uncle Gently. He gave them to her. All five of them. Right outta the Nest. They was supposed to be I could see the thought that caused her to trail off. Safe, shed been about to say, but she knew better. Safety was an illusion. Her eyes were already welling up again. Thats our home. Uncle Gentlys nothes not the best. But hes supposed to take care of us!

I was already seeing white. I had to close my eyes, force myself to breathe evenly. The mad beast of rage was swelling, clawing its way up, its snarl building up into a roar. I seized control, wrestling with it. Forcing it back down.

Not yet. Its not time yet.

Soon.

You was I couldnt think of nothing else, Aenit mumbled. You were good to Gilder. And, and Im sorry, but I know youre the Healer. Itsits not really a secret anymore. You fought back. You beat her. I couldnt think of Theres not anybody else.

You did right. I opened my eyes, reached out and squeezed her thin shoulder. And you did very well to make it here with this. Youre a goddamn hero, Aenit. What youve pulled off today is more impressive than anything Ive ever done. I have Blessings and allies; you did this with nothing but your wits. I know we just met, but Im proud as hell of you.

Her lip was trembling violently and more tears poured down her gaunt face, but she was done weeping. Even through the tears, what I saw in her pale red eyes reflected my own. Fire and steel. Vengeance. A new Dark Crusader being born right before my eyes, and oh, how that made what was left of my spirit crumble. This was just a child. She should be going to school and playing with friends and having three hot meals a day prepared by someone who loved her, not Not any of this vile bullshit.

But that was no longer a choice I got to make. The pain and destruction was in the world already; in this world, it was everywhere. Id gone and showed people they could strike back; there was no putting that genie back in its bottle. Now, I had to make good on what Id offered them. All of them.

And I promise you. I grasped her other shoulder and met her gaze. They are going to pay for this. But thatslater. After today. Today, were going to keep the vigil, and then send them off to rest. Properly, with respect, because they deserve that. Do you want to stay with us til the end?

She nodded, scrubbing at her eyes again with the already-soiled kerchief.

Good. I stood up, holding out one hand to her, and she took it. For now, Aenit If this is too painful to talk about, thats totally fine, you dont have to. But if youre willing

I turned to look at the bodies.

Would you tell me about them? I dont even know their names. Id like to knowwho they were. I want to remember.

The little girl smiled up at me through her tears, and squeezed my hand. Then led me forward to meet the dead.