Chapter 85: Tyranny

Chapter 85: Tyranny

One day the white wolf came to the black hound with a question. He said that among wolves it was easy to know who your enemies were, and who were friends. Among men it seemed less clear. Men would smile to their enemies and rage at their friends, only showing the true color of their relationship in the direst moment.

The hound agreed that it was very confusing, but that there was a purpose to their madness. Men, the hound explained, used an enemys strength in their favor. A smile could bring power, binding an enemys hands while lending strength to their own.

The wolf said that he found it very confusing despite the hounds explanation, for in his experience a contest with an enemy could only end in blood.

The hound smiled and said that with men it was the same - the only difference was their choice of blade.

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

Michael moved to stand in a corner of the doctors cramped office, edging sideways past tottering piles of documents and yellowed books. The sweet smell of aged paper jostled uncomfortably with antiseptic and alcohol, though either was preferable to the faint whiff of things less-pleasant that emanated from the ward.

The doctor noisily pulled his chair around to face them, then sat in it; he leaned back with his arms crossed. All right, he said. His eyes flicked between Michael, Sobriquet and Unai, settling on the latter. You look competent, go heal my patients. You two- He looked at Michael and Sobriquet. You ask your questions.

Unai nodded and walked soundlessly from the office, drawing off one of his gloves. Michael cleared his throat.

As youve guessed, were looking for a lucigens, Michael said. A powerful one. We suspect he came here by ship within the past week. He leaned against the wall, or tried to; a stack of documents wobbled as he brushed against it, and he hastily reached out to steady it. You, ah - you know what sorts of signs were looking for.

I already told you I havent heard anything about a lucigens coming through here, the doctor scowled.

Michael frowned. Any unusual events at all? he asked.

Unusual, feh! the old man snorted. Hasnt been a thing usual about life for the past month. That buffoon- He broke off, squinting at Sobriquet. Youre hiding what we say, girl?

She gave him a smile that leaned toothier than normal. Every word, old man.Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

He chuckled. Cant be too careful. Its not as bad as Calmharbor, from what I hear, but theres been arrests - that idiot in the Assembly has been cracking down on agitators lately, but youd be surprised how little it takes to agitate them. Two patients of mine were picked up for asking after their son, and the other doctor off the west side of the docks hasnt been at his office in weeks - half the reason Im so crowded.

Do you know where theyre being taken? Michael asked.

The doctor gave a noncommittal wave of his hand. Prison, work camps, tossed into the sea. Who knows? None of them have come back, and neither has anyone whos gone looking. Not that anyones been looking too hard before recently, most of the first arrests were Institute men. Even had some support, then, until they started coming for everyone else.

Institute men? Michael asked. I should think the Institute is more likely to be conducting the arrests than subject to them.

Idiot boy, the doctor scoffed. The Assembly has had it out for the Institute for years now. Im surprised it took them this long to do it. All their leadership is arrested or fled, their offices under military control.

Michael leaned forward. But you said they had just come by here recently, he pointed out.

I know very well what I said. The doctor turned grumpily to his desk, shoving a pile of papers aside to reveal a metal flask; he grabbed it and took a deep pull from its contents. Institutes not gone. Theyre just quiet. They came by here asking after doctors, said they had a need and theyd pay handsomely. I told them to fuck right off, but the bastards have been persistent.

Did they say why they needed doctors? Sobriquet asked.

Yes, they sat there and talked all about it, it was lovely, the doctor said, holding a simpering smile on his face - and then shooting Sobriquet a disgusted look. Of course they didnt! Theyre a bunch of smug close-lipped dunderheads that cant string two words straight without a lie in the middle. Either the Assembly arrested all their fancy anatomentes, or theyve got more hurt and sick than they can deal with.

Michael and Sobriquet exchanged a glance. Mass injuries fit the profile, Michael noted. And hed have reason to hate the Institute.

I had a feeling you were going to say that, Sobriquet sighed. This could be a problem. In my experience, Institute teams are significantly more competent than standard Ardan forces.

Not a high bar, the doctor muttered, scooting out of his seat to rummage through one of the drawers in his desk. After a few moments he emerged with a messily-folded square of paper, which he unfurled and inspected. With a grunt, he extended it to Sobriquet. This is a map of the area. One of the men in my ward was shot on the north coast road, here-

He tapped the map, then settled back in his chair. He said there were military men there, and others without uniforms. Cant say if they were Institute or not.

Youre being very forthcoming all of a sudden, Michael noted.

The doctor scowled up at him. What? What? Do you want me to stop? He held his glare for another heartbeat, then sniffed and turned away. Im just old enough to know a few things. One of those is that when you find Mendiko chasing their Star, its best to speed them on their way.

Michael pursed his lips. We never said - ah. He caught himself before the doctor could retort. I suppose the inference was there to be drawn. Thank you, in any case.

Thank me by keeping your mouth shut, the doctor said. Id just as soon not get picked up by Baumgarts thugs.

The sound of his name introduced a discordant stutter to Michaels thoughts, but he recovered quickly enough to smile and nod. Understandable, he said. Id rather avoid that myself.

The doctors directions led them down the coastal road north of Stahm, a muddy track overlooking bitter, windswept cliffs. A modest exertion from Zabala kept the worst of the chill from the men, however, and Michael barely felt the sea breeze. He kept his sight high, roving methodically across the lands ahead.

Nothing emerged from the grasses. Michael sighed and let his sight drift back inward, shaking his head. Im sure he said it was close by the town, he muttered.

Men move, Sobriquet replied, her own eyes bearing a telltale lack of focus. Especially men who dont want to be found. I cant see much either, but I take that as a promising sign. Things are disturbed, unsettled. Focus returned, and she looked at Michael. He was here, or close by. We were right to come to Ardalt.

Michael nodded. Now we just have to figure out how to find him. If hes already in conflict with the Institute I cant imagine hell be able to lay low for long. He twisted, turning back towards Stahm. This new terror that the Assembly has made, it cant coexist with Luc sowing chaos wherever he goes. Theyll have to stop him, or risk that fear theyve created boiling over.

Should make him easy to find, at least, Sobriquet said. We just have to keep- She paused, stopping in her tracks; Zabala noticed a few footsteps after and called a halt.

Something? Michael asked.

She made a face. Not sure. I only had it for a moment. Maybe- She turned and pointed. That way, behind that stand of trees. Not men, but - a discontinuity of some sort.

Michael looked, but could see nothing but the trees she had indicated, their leaves half-stolen by the chill autumn wind. It was beyond the range of his sight, though, and he could only traverse about half the distance from where he stood.

Ill check it out, he said. Wait here.

Without waiting for a reply, Michael began to run. It was less than what he had felt under Amiras aegis during their trip north, but for this distance his own power was more than enough to send him racing across the field in great, bounding strides. Grass whipped at his shins, dirt flying up in his wake; he crossed the field almost before he had truly come up to his speed.

He slowed as he approached the trees Sobriquet had indicated, shifting his dash into a great, arcing approach that circled around behind the stand. His sight flew out ahead as he jogged to a halt, still some distance away; it combed across the sodden leaves and grass , brown on brown flitting through his vision until it was interrupted by white, cold skin.

Ill have to offer them my thanks, then. She flashed a bright grin at him, then let her smile drop. Before you turn Lars and his lot loose on them, that is. Theyve earned a bit of comeuppance.

Michael frowned. Im not in this to punish the Institute, he said. Theyre - awful, yes, but they were mostly acting at Sparks behest, and hes dead. I can hardly go around thrashing every horrible group of people I come across.

Sobriquet gave him an innocent look. Why not? she asked.

Because Im not sure thats what I want to spend my life doing, Michael sighed. Im not some magistrate charged with punishing the wicked - and, besides, if Im to have Stellar within my soul, Ill hardly have the opportunity.

Leire wanted you to use that position as a weapon against Saf, she pointed out.

Michael nodded. Yes, but not quite so literally. She meant for me to help keep Mendian safe until it could protect itself from Saf, or Ardalt - or from souls in general, I suppose. The arbitrary tyranny of one mans strength. He fell silent for a few moments, frowning at a particularly stubborn tree as he wrangled its roots away from their path.

Because thats what I have, he said. Or could have. Its right there if I wanted to take it. I would do good things, in my view, but in the end I would still be a tyrant. And then Id die. He paused again. And things would go back to the way they were.

Sobriquet did not respond immediately; she walked beside him with a pensive look. Id like to say thats why I didnt join the Daressan government, she said quietly. But Im not sure thats it. Its not as though I have the strength to do much more than influence things from the shadows, thats all my soul is. There were things I might have done, though, to help.

You are helping, Michael said. You raised Emil to the head of the transitional government, which strikes me as about the best thing you could have done. Leire was wrong about a lot of things, but she knew that government by the ensouled was not meant to last. Theres too much weight on one person, and when they go it all comes down with them. You need an army of Emils to build that change; the ensouled are only there to ensure they have time to do it.

She gave him an odd glance. You really do sound like her sometimes, she said.

Do I? Michael frowned. I dont think I actually agree with much of her philosophy, whether its on government, souls or people in general. But she was in the same position as I am now; she could use her soul to do nearly anything she wanted - and she helped to build Mendian into something that did not crumble when she passed. Whatever else you may think of her, that much is admirable.

I suppose, Sobriquet allowed. She ducked away from a low branch, then returned her attention to Michael. I dont believe Ive ever heard you admit it before.

Admit what? Michael asked. That I admire Leire somewhat?

She did not smile. That you can do whatever you want.

Ah, Michael said. That. He looked away, down the trail. Its something you hear people say, but theres always an implied limit. Its freedom within the bounds of certain rules or laws, or maybe societys expectations. But Im realizing that its not really the same for me, not anymore. I havent said it before because its - well. He scratched at his head, looking sheepish. Its kind of terrifying, if Im being honest. I know why people are scared of me. I do. I understand it a little better with every new soul.

The arbitrary tyranny of strength, Sobriquet said. Except its not really arbitrary, is it? Youre not a storm or an avalanche, destroying everything in your path. She paused. Youre not Luc. That matters more than youre admitting.

Michael sighed. I know. And I- He broke off as Sobriquet stopped, her arm blocking his path. You see something?

Our men, I think. Around a dozen of them, ahead and to the right. Should be within your range.

His sight stretched forward, blurring through wood and leaf until he found a small clearing strewn with fallen leaves and deadwood. There were men there; all but two were standing eerily still. There were nine of the silent men arrayed in a sloppy double-rank.

Behind them were two more men, clad in Institute greys rather than military drab. They were arguing in low voices, though Michaels sight did not permit him to hear about what.

I see them, he said. Nine soldiers, two - obruors, Id guess. Having a disagreement about something. He shifted the course of his path through the forest, roots spidering out of the way with a fluid grace until the bare track led to a point just shy of the clearing he had seen. Lets go while theyre still talking, we might learn something.

He set off at a quick pace down the newly-laid path, the rest of the company falling in behind. I miss Vernon, he muttered, sparing a glance for Sobriquet; she grinned in response.

Ill be sure to let him know the next time were back, she replied. For now well just have to eavesdrop the old-fashioned way.

It was not long before the obruors voices were audible through the underbrush, though they had to approach the clearings edge before they heard anything more than indistinct tones.

-dont have time to get the rest, one man said. The other bodies will have to stay, protocol be damned. If the last report was right, its not going to matter anyway.

Fine, the other groused. But I still say its a risk.

The first man snorted derisively. Risk, he says. Overthrowing an autocrat is not a risk-free enterprise, Gert. At some point in between the Chairmans seat and the gallows Baumgart is going to notice what were doing; it doesnt matter as long as its too late for him to change things. From what theyre saying, were already past that point.

Michael felt a chill at hearing his own name, though he knew they werent referring to him. It was still odd to hear two strangers talk so nonchalantly of killing his father. Most surprising of all was the anger it spurred in him. It swelled quickly enough that it took Michael a few seconds to realize that it was not his anger at all; he turned to find the Ardan soldiers staring at the obruors with naked loathing.

He quickly pushed their anger aside in his mind, feeling the calm reassert itself - just as one of the two obruors raised his head.

Theres someone here, he said. You feel that?

The other obruor nodded, closing his eyes; Michael felt the dim tendrils of the mans soul spreading through the forest like tentacles of felt and feathers, deadening as they went. Michael felt their touch, seeking to rob him of his anger, his fear, his will, beckoning him to stand and come forward into the clearing beside the other men-

His head snapped back to look at the others, who were slowly straightening up from where they had crouched. Zabala was shaking his head irritably, as if stunned; Unai and Sobriquet were motionless with pained looks.

The anger returned, though this time it was wholly Michaels own. He felt the muted fear from within Lars and the others as they straightened up, dead-eyed, unable to resist the pull of the obruors command.

Michael stood and walked into the clearing. The obruors turned to look at him, pleased looks on their faces. Thats one, the first one said, satisfied. I think theres a few more-

He choked, his words trailing off into an incoherent whine. The man froze, joined moments later by his companion; the two men struggled to move, to speak, to blink - to do anything but look into Michaels eyes as he walked toward them, Sparks light pulsing in deadly rhythm from his glare.

I dont know why I worry about questions of power so much, Michael said softly, his voice a peal of distant thunder that echoed from every angle of the clearing. When men like you make the answers so easy. Kneel.

The two men dropped to their knees, their eyes still fixed on Michaels. He walked close to crouch beside the man who had spoken before.

I hate compulsion, he said quietly. So I will be brief. If you use your soul on my men again, I will kill you immediately. Nod if you understand.

The two men nodded. Michael stood and turned away; the two men dropped to the ground bonelessly, gasping against wet leaves and dirt. Slowly, the rest of Michaels men filed into the clearing; Zabalas face had gone deadly neutral, while the Ardans among them radiated anger enough to banish the chill from the air.

He turned to Sobriquet first with a wordless question. She gave him a sharp nod; she was fine. His eyes found Unai next. Take the rifles from the soldiers, he said, indicating the nine motionless men. Heal any wounds they have, Ill try to help with the rest when Im done.

Unai did not bother to indicate his acknowledgment before stepping away towards the soldiers; Zabala was close behind him with a few of the men to begin collecting weapons.

Michael returned his attention to the two limp obruors, who had caught their breath and were now still upon the ground, looking up at him with barely-restrained terror.

I have questions, Michael said, lowering himself to a sit on the ground in front of the two men. And while I could use my soul to compel an answer from you, I dont particularly want to. I will know if you lie to me, or withhold information. Do you want to walk out of this clearing alive?

Once again, the two men nodded.

Michael smiled. Good, he said. Lets talk.