Chapter 49: Lost & Found

Chapter 49: Lost & Found

The mockingbird alit on the mans shoulder one day and asked him of his tools, for the others in the forest had none. The man replied that he used the hoe to bring crops from the earth, the net to bring fish from the ocean, the hammer to build a house and the flint to light a fire in its hearth.

The mockingbird thanked the man for sharing his knowledge, but before flying away noticed one tool the man had not named. The mockingbird turned and asked what purpose the sword had, for there was no use for it in the field, at sea, at home or in the hearth.

The man replied that all with eyes could see that he had a field, a boat, a home and a hearth - and there lay the purpose of the sword.



- Pre-Gharic Ardan manuscript, vellum, c. 500 PE



Michael woke suddenly, his mind springing back to wakefulness with disorienting speed. He lay staring up at the dim ceiling of his room for a few moments. A few rapid heartbeats passed, and his mind latched onto the circumstances of his day one fragment at a time.

The gravity of his situation settled around him slowly. Normalcy had meant something different to him earlier in the year, when his days were filled with stifled, quiet moments in his fathers house. It had meant something different to him earlier in the month, when he was in the midst of preparations for their trip - and earlier in the week, when they were still fleeing north under Amiras iron guidance.

Alien as it was to wake in Mendian, in the quiet luxury of Leires house, Michael was forced to contemplate that he might never again know anything else. This was to be his home in a few short years. His mind rebelled against it, then quieted as he reminded himself of the rest of Leires words. From here, he would work to save Daressa. To ensure that his friends lived.

Time passed, and he did not move. Quiet sounds from outside his door let him know that the others had returned to the common area. After some steadying breaths had returned his heart to a slower pace and stilled the acid urgency of stress, he rose to join them.

Charles, Sobriquet and Vernon were gathered around the table, talking in a low voice; they turned to look as he approached. Vernon and Charles examined him with interest, and some annoyance in the case of the latter. Sobriquet swirled with a baffling tempest of emotion, though, strong enough to give him pause. It was only when her face cracked into a smile that Michael realized why.

You were listening, he said.

She laughed, giddy and somewhat sheepish at being caught out. It was hard to ignore, she said. Every time you and Leire talk its like a thunderstorm is rattling the windows.

Charles blinked, then smiled. Good news, then? he said.

There are nuances to it, Michael sighed. But yes. Ive agreed to work with Leire.

A crash drew Michaels eyes to the suites small kitchen; Luc was standing there, pale-faced, the shards of a broken plate littering the countertop in front of him. Michael felt a dull pain in his chest at the betrayal in Lucs eyes, the despair.

Luc, he said, keeping his voice low and steady. It was the only good option.

Luc pressed his lips together, then turned to gather the pieces of the broken plate. Charles snorted and shook his head, turning back to the others at the table.

What option? he muttered. It wasnt even a choice. Theyre giving us more than we ever thought they would.

Sobriquet gave the artifex an admonishing look. Its nothing but upsides for us, she said. Theyre asking a significant price from Michael.

Michael met Charless curious look with a shrug. The soul is dangerous, he said. More than I anticipated. Accepting it will mean living here permanently, on the other side of the glass barrier.

Your souls are already dangerous, Charles said, lifting an eyebrow. Youve managed so far. Besides, I think this place should meet even your exacting standards for lodging. Its hardly a cot in the safehouse. Ive half a mind to stay myself.

Sobriquet sighed. You dont understand, she said. But there will be time for that. I expect the old crone will hang on for a while yet.

Her health is not the best, Michael said, his voice somewhat more glum than he had intended. Ive noticed a couple of times when we were talking. She gets fatigued.

Charles raised his eyebrows, a smile plucking at his lips. Thats nothing special, lordling, he said. Just the thought of talking to you makes me yawn.

Youre not disproving his point, old man, Sobriquet retorted, ignoring Charless exaggerated look of offense. Im not too worried. Shell hang on for a couple of years yet, by her own estimates.

And if she doesnt? Vernon asked.

Sobriquet fixed him with a look; Vernon raised his hands in surrender. Michael wondered at the odd tension for a moment, but it dissipated when a knock came on the door. Vernon rose to let Unai in, along with the supper he had brought. The room dissolved into a bustle of flatware and clinking plates for a moment while they made ready to eat. The smell of roast meat and spices drew Emil from his nap, and minutes later they were all seated around their small feast.

Again, Sobriquet led the toast. Michael, she said, nodding in his direction. For opening a path forward.

The others drank, Michael following along with a halfhearted sip. Lucs motions were stiff and wooden, his eyes downcast. The fear had threaded its way through him again, pulsing out bright and clear with an intensity that cut distractingly deep into the warm dinner conversation. The others could not feel it as Michael could, but Lucs somber mood left them in no state to share stories as they had the other night. The conversation instead turned to more weighty topics.

I happened to overhear an update on the situation at Imes, Sobriquet said. The Ardans hold the eastern half of the city, more or less, with some Safid holdouts along the coast. Theyve both dug in against artillery fire and are flattening whole blocks.

Emperors bones, Charles muttered. Theres not going to be a city left when theyre done. Why couldnt the Ardans have waited one more year?

Emil grunted around a mouthful of his roast. You know why, he said. Mendian made their move, and the Ardans acted on it. He swallowed and set down his fork, looking briefly over at Sobriquet - and Michael. Its going to be dangerous, involving Mendian in this. The War was destructive before, but it was settled. This will upend the table. Things will get worse, and quickly, long before they improve.

I think it was always too optimistic to think we could prevent a battle in Imes, Sobriquet sighed. The best we can hope for now is that Leire can use the fighting to convince the rest of the Mendiko to act. She took a distracted bite of food, shaking her head. I dont know enough about the political situation here to say how quickly theyll be able to move, though. Even if theyre Mendian, mobilizing their forces will take time. Leire can only do so much by herself.

Michael frowned and tapped his finger on the table. Im not sure shes going to be advocating for a full-scale mobilization. Denying her soul to Saf was her primary consideration. I dont think shes unsympathetic to the Daressan cause, I just- He grimaced. As much as I think shes on our side, we dont really know what that means in practice.New novel chapters are published on

Another unreadable pang of emotion from Sobriquet caught him off-guard, the strident tone of it making him turn his sight - not his head, since Michael did not want to fall into the practice of staring at people who were in the midst of emotional turmoil like a hound that had scented table scraps. Her expression was normal save for a slight smile, her eyes looking in his direction but focused on nothing in particular.

Well know more when she addresses the Batzar, Emil shrugged. Things are already moving more quickly than I think anyone here anticipated. Always better to let the other side finish talking in a negotiation rather than running your mouth, especially if you dont understand the full breadth of whats going on. We dont understand anything about Mendian; they like to keep it that way.

Its not as though they can keep that up for long, Michael said. Itd be a neat trick to keep the machinery of their country opaque while simultaneously preparing me to take the office of the Star.

There is nobody more knowledgeable about souls than the Mendiko, he said. Jeorg learned from them, and Spark learned from Jeorg. Let me talk to Leire, we can see what she says. Shell at least know where to begin addressing the problem.

Luc looked doubtful, but Michael felt an eddy of hope within him even so. What if it cant be undone? he murmured.

Michael reached out and clapped Luc on the shoulder. Then well figure out what to do, he said. Together. Youre not alone on this. I know what it is to keep secrets close because its all that you have, but youve got all of us on your side as well. He waited a beat, then adopted a thoughtful look. Maybe not Charles. But the next time something is weighing on you, you can tell the rest of us.

It was a poor joke, but it drew another smile from Luc. Thank you, he said. Im sorry. It was important, I should have said something. Youve never been anything but kind, I just- He tapped the side of his head. I always imagine things worse than they are.

Luc paused and noticed the others watching; an immediate flush took his face. He looked abruptly towards the window. I didnt want to - thank you, but Im tired, and I- He half rose from his seat, then sat uncomfortably back down.

Its fine, Michael said. We dont have to talk about it now. Ill let you know what Leire says tomorrow.

Thank you, Luc mumbled, rising and fleeing back to his room before anything else could be said.

Before he heard the door shutting behind Luc, Michael felt the adrenaline spidering through his chest, heard his heartbeat coming fast in his ears. He gripped onto the armrests of his chair as the calm facade he had grown for Lucs benefit melted away, replaced with a whirling skein of half-formed thoughts.

The hand loomed in his vision, dredged up from the dark corner of his mind where he had hidden it. It was one thing for it to be some faceless strangers hand, but knowing the truth of it had brought the horror of Sparks mutilations closer somehow. It felt more personal knowing the rightful owner of the hand, seeing what their shared injury had wrought on him.

It took a long while for his heart to slow to a more normal pace, and for his eyes to see the darkened room rather than the phantasmagoria of severed hands and clawing fingers that they spun for him. Michael breathed in, feeling the sweat beading his face, dampening his palms.

He had very nearly relaxed when he noticed that Sobriquet was sitting next to him, unnoticed; he startled almost out of his chair. She smiled apologetically, holding her hand up.

Sorry, she said. Didnt mean to scare you.

Michael nodded, trying to breathe normally. Its fine, he said. I was wandering a bit. Didnt see you. He looked around the rest of the room, noting that it was dim and empty. Its late, isnt it? Im sorry, you had wanted to talk about something earlier.

It can wait, she demurred. This business with Luc is more important. Im a bit embarrassed I didnt press him for the truth earlier, to be honest. I knew he had a secret or two tucked away, but this- She pursed her lips. It would have been nice to know. Hes still hiding away one or two things.

Michael shrugged. Yes, but dont blame him. I wasnt lying, I do understand why he kept silent. He looked at Sobriquet, his lips curving into a smile. You havent forgotten that youre scary, have you? I was half-convinced you were going to kill me for the first few weeks.

I had some plans around that, she admitted. You were a stranger then; its one of the first things I do when I meet new people. Clair always called me paranoid, but I do have a rather substantial price on my head. She smiled, bittersweet.

And I struck you as a covert agent of Ardalt, out for your bounty? Michael snorted. You may be less adept at reading people than you think.

She laughed, quietly. I thought you were dangerous. I believe I was entirely right on that point.

Dangerous, Michael sighed, his face falling. I dont think of myself as dangerous, but I know thats wrong. I dont suppose anyone thinks of themselves that way, not really. Theres no unpredictability to ones own actions.

Sobriquet shrugged, leaning back in her chair. Unpredictability isnt necessarily bad, she said. I wouldnt have thought when we met that youd name yourself as one of our number.

Am I not? Michael asked.

You didnt have to be. Her face was tilted so that it was lost in the rooms shadow, only its outline visible. Its not a life most would choose.

I didnt find it too hard of a choice, Michael said. Of the people Ive met since Jeorg died, youre the only ones that make any sense to me. Even the ones I thought I knew, like Sofia - and Vera. He shook his head. I thought they were good people, but they were only good to me while it suited them.

Sobriquet had gone very still while he was talking. Were not good people, she said. Im proud of the work Ive done for the resistance, but Im under no illusions that it was virtuous work.

Michael sighed and let his head thunk back against his chair. Youre making Lucs argument for him, he said. I hate that theres so much suffering in this War, but theres a difference between the meaningless cruelty of soldiers and death that serves a purpose, if that purpose is peace. He grimaced. Its a thought thats been weighing on me lately, cant imagine why.

Having a cause doesnt absolve us of everything, Sobriquet said. You see that cruelty for long enough and you want to even the scales. Sometimes you add more still, just to balance out what you know theyll visit on you the next day. She shook her head. And then one day you realize you havent looked at the scales in a long time. Theyve been buried under all that bloody weight. Snapped and bent until theres no setting them right.

I dont think there is a balance to be had, Michael said. Its the wrong thing to strive for. The War is the problem, and youre working to end it. We all are.

You are, she muttered. Our part in this was little more than transport.

Michael raised an eyebrow. You give yourself too little credit, he said. I told you I wasnt lying to Luc, earlier; I was lost when I met you. I had no purpose, no direction. You helped me find that, or at least started me in the right direction. If I had reached Mendian like Jeorg wanted, it would have just been Jeorg and Leire shaping me into a weapon.

Sobriquet scoffed, though she could not help but smile. I doubt that would have gone predictably, she said. Not with you involved.

Probably not, Michael admitted. I certainly couldnt have foreseen the way things have unfolded - but Im glad they did. As much as I like Leire, every conversation with her has an aim. She sees other people as tools, even if she treats them with respect. He shook his head. Im better for having met you.

Sobriquet sat upright, and there was another pulse of confounding emotion from her. Michaels brow furrowed.

Im sorry, he said. Im rambling. You had something that was troubling you-

There was a scrape of chair legs; Sobriquets hand wrapped viselike around Michaels arm and dragged him towards the balcony, releasing its grip only so she could fling the door open. She kicked it shut a moment later, leaving the two of them standing under the starry evening sky.

Im confused, Michael admitted.

She stepped closer to him. Its nicer out here, she said. The feeling radiating from her was an all-encompassing drumbeat; Michaels thoughts felt sluggish and frenetic at once.

It is, he murmured, looking down and seeing reflected starlight in her eyes. Very nice. He brought his arms around her. You were going to tell me something.

You said it already. Her hand came up to grab his lapel, pulling him down to lips that tasted of honey and wine.