Chapter 35: Enclave V

Chapter 35: Enclave V

To be fair, I had seen far worse examples of opening diplomatic relations. Granted, all those examples came solely from my father, and usually ended in minor genocide.

I stiffened, about to speak up before I remembered Nethtaris warning and glanced in her direction. It was like a switch had been flicked. Nethtari wasnt looking at me. She was staring down the three council masters, and it was actually working.

You see this? Her voice was sharp and ringing. This is why I wanted him censured. Whatever the outcome of today, I would think, after the last month, the intention is to finally be productive.

Ralakos had the air and build of a knight, similar to some retired men my father kept around as advisors. He spoke in a deep rumbling baritone. Indeed. Youve done nothing but stonewall for the last two meetings, Guemon. If you cannot be bothered to contribute, you are welcome to leave, and have Taupe fill in your stead.

Oh youd like that, wouldnt you? You old bastard.

Ephira cut in. Her nose was slightly flattened at the end, lending her a bookish look. Regardless of who is in the right, this is getting tiresome. Every moment this takes me away from my work is costing us gold. Let's try to end this as expediently as possible.

The gears in my mind started to turn. This was a bad situation. In my limited experience, the worst decisions in politics were made when the critical parties were either exhausted or rushed. And the council was both. They werent angry at each other, they were tired. We needed to widen the gulf between them, reinvest them in the conflict. Otherwise, said conflict would end as soon as Ephira said yes.

And there was something wrong with Ephira.

I couldnt put my finger on it. Something about the way her lips quirked in a subtle smirk when she said she was losing money.

Damn it. I didnt have enough information. Didnt matter. Id improvise. I needed a narrative, but what?

Lets hear from our guest. Prince Cairn, please step forward, Ralakos said.

Donning the mask of the noble I walked forward smoothly, standing directly in the center of the room and bowing as Nethtari had taught me. Greetings, Master Ralakos, Master Guemon, and Master Ephira. I put a subtle emphasis on the last name. The ordering was also intentional. You may know this, but in case you dont, the most crucial parts of a list are the first and last things listed. Thats why, when you try to memorize something chronologically, the middle is most difficult. From my first sentence, I was snubbing Guemon.

Ephiras expression shifted slightly, too subtle to read, but she was minutely more focused on me than she had been a moment ago.

Firstly, I would like to thank you for saving my life. Though you may have not acted directly, it is thanks to your mercy that I still draw breath. I bowed once more, as was proper for appreciation.

Please. Guemon rolled his eyes and set a fist down on the lectern a bit too hard. Wasnt he supposed to have a mortal soul event? And now hes up, walking around like nothing happened?

I smiled, my face still hidden in the bow. Guemon had interruptedme in the middle of my introduction. So, as was proper in infernal custom, I ignored him completely, rising from my bow.

I would like to thank you specifically, Master Ralakos, I continued.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Guemons face turn beet red when he realized why Id ignored him in turn.

Oh? Ralakos said, amused. And what have I done to earn this gratitude?

Upon my arrival, my clothes were in a state of disrepair. It is thanks to your generosity that I am able to appear before this court in attire befitting the institution. I made a sweeping gesture towards my robe. For that, I thank you.

It was the least I could do for a visiting diplomat. Ralakos nodded. I decided against mentioning his lobbying for my releaseit doesnt matter what court youre in; no one likes an openly biased arbiter. Guemon snorted as I returned to Nethtaris side. The corner of her mouth tugged upward, ever so slightly.

Ephiras arms were crossed. She tapped two fingers against her left side. Though my esteemed colleague, she glared at Guemon, appears to have forgotten the rules of the council, I am interested in hearing an answer to his question. We were told the princes condition was dire.

Nethtari stepped forward. It was, Master Ephira. That much is verifiable through the physician and the priests.

And yet, he is here. Presented with such aplomb and circumstance. As if he was never injured at all. Guemon added.

Are you disparaging the quality of services performed by the church, Master Guemon? Nethtari asked, arching an eyebrow. It was a combination of their excellent care and Cairns natural fortitude that made such a timely recovery was possible.

Ephira tapped three fingers on her arm.

After a moment of silence, Ralakos cleared his throat. Yes, Cairn, perhaps it would do to hear the details of your recovery.

I looked at Nethtari, and she inclined her head ever so slightly towards Guemon. Go Ahead.

This timeas previously instructedI remained in place, arms behind my back, mirroring my solicitor.

Of course. From what I understand, the success of my recovery was largely thanks to Master Guemon

What are you playing at boy? Guemon hissed. Tap, tap, tap. Ephira tapped three fingers again. There was a certain saying about idle hands. But I was beginning to suspect Ephiras tick was anything but idle.

I ignored him, and he looked like his face might spontaneously combust, continuing to address Master Ralakos directly. The kind master oversaw my recovery, making sure I did not over exert myself. He

Hes lying! Guemon interjected.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Tap tap tap.

Ralakoss head slowly turned to face Guemon. If you interrupt these proceedings one more time, councillor, I will uphold solicitor Nethtaris injunction, and you will be ejected from this council on grounds of hostility to process.

Guemon slumped in his chair, muttering something hostile and unintelligible.

I waited for a beat, letting Guemon boil, then continued. When I awoke, it was difficult for me to move. I was in constant agony. I found myself in a simple room with black floors and black walls.

There was a murmur from the lesser councillors.

Now, as you already know, I call Whitefall home. We are a magic poor society. We have lumen lamps, and the occasional mage, but their numbers are few. Thus, I know very little of magic or the application of it. But I can only assume the recovery room was magic-adjacent, as I no longer needed to eat or drink. I imagine that was its purpose, to keep me stabilized with as little stimulation or movement required on my part.

That was my thought as well, but if Ephira is lost, we are at an impasse.

Theyre cheating. So, we cheat. I steepled my hands together, lost in thought. Then something clicked. I snapped my fingers. Shes your trade person, right?

Yes.

Is she on a fixed salary or percentage? I didnt know nearly enough about their government and system.

Not public information, but if youre asking if shes wealthy, shes wealthy.

If they want me to be a prince, Ill be one. I need a problem that Im uniquely equipped to solve for her.

For the first time, Nethtari smiled. I have just the thing.

We reentered the room and a choir of whispering voices were immediately silenced. Guemon and Ephira were conversing in hushed tones while Ralakos fumed, watching from the side. So, hed picked up on it as well. He cleared his throat, loudly.

Shall we continue, solicitor?

We shall. Nethtaris eyes furrowed, watching Ephira and Guemon scurry back to their places. She began to speak the moment they stopped moving. It is clear that Cairn is a victim in these matters. He came to the enclave with no other intention that to restore the dimensional gate, and instead of being lauded and welcomed, was abused and imprisoned.

Other than not dying, you mean. Guemon said dryly.

Tap Tap Tap.

How nice. Ephira and I had found something to agree on.

An injury the human institutions could have handled easily enough, albeit not as thoroughly as ours. Nethtari said. The proposition is simple. He is the first human to approach us in a show of peace. Allow Cairn into the Sanctum, so he can acquire training from someone familiar with the dantalion tradition. Perhaps that seems too high a price to pay for you Master Guemon, as, unlike many of us, you do not have family on the other side. It would be the start of reparations, for both sides.

Ephira sighed dramatically. Ad hominem helps no one. What it comes down to, solicitor, is the simple fact that it is not a good time. May I remind all of you that we still have an ongoing demonic insurrection on our hands. The Asmodial Legion has still not been brought to heel, and as such the chances of other rebellions and in-fighting are much higher, meaning the sanctum itself is more dangerous than usual.

And where would he even stay? Guemon said. Theres not an inn in the enclave that would give him a room.

Nethtaris eyes burned at the insult. My daughter invoked the Rite of Shaliat. My family is his family. His crimes, my crimes. His banishment, my banishment. He will stay with me.

There was so much weight in that statement it was overwhelming. A bead of sweat dripped down my back. I was awed by Nethtari. She had just put more trust in Maya in one moment than my father had put in me over a lifetime.

The time was now. Steeling myself, I looked at Nethtari, asking a silent question. She nodded and I stepped forward, maintaining my silence.

Ephira did not address me.

Finally, shooting her an annoyed look, Ralakos spoke. You may reply, Cairn.

I closed my eyes. Everything was riding on that one, singular moment.

Then, I spoke.

Thats the one thing I agree with my father on, Master Ephira.

An angry murmur rose amongst the lesser council. Ephira locked eyes with me, and I did not blink.

That there is never a good time for peace. And while King Gil takes this as an excuse to oppress and wage proxy wars, I take it as a challenge. I struck my chest with my fist, pausing for a moment, letting the words sink in. There will never be a good time for peace because there is always an excuse to deny it. An insurrection one day, a territorial dispute the next, a trade dispute after that, and on and on the list goes, until the cycle of violence is never quenched, and we all, burn, to nothing.

You- Ephira started, but she interrupted me and a rolled over her unimpeded.

I am the son of the enemy, yes. An enemy that mortally wounded so many of you. I panned the room, looking at their faces. They studied me silently, flashes of emotion on their faces. Anger, loss, sadness, and perhaps even hope. You have all lost grandparents, siblings, fathers and mothers. I cannot bring them all back. I wish that I could. But in my hand, I hold the key return a precious few of the fallen. A gift, freely given.

I opened my palm for a moment, then closed it into a fist and prowled the floor, my mouth turned downward.

But I understand the fear. The fear of hope. That creeping horror, the damning trepidation, the utter dread that comes with allowing yourself to believe, even for a moment, that things could be better, will be better. Because the moment you believe, you open yourself to the possibility of hurt and betrayal.

I remembered Sera, plunging the knife into my chest. I felt the flames as Annette burned in my arms.

So instead of opening yourself to the chance of alliance, the chance of being hurt, instead, you rationalize. These are all just words Im speaking, just pretty words with nothing behind themand youd be right. I smiled. If I wasnt willing to put these words into action. The Sanctum is a precious resource, for which access should not be offered freely to outsiders. In that case, do not offer it freely. I ask for no special treatment. Allow me to earn my place, as so many of your children have done. I will take no trophiesthose I do find will be given to my wonderful hosts. If they must share responsibility for my misdeeds, it is only right that they share in my glory. Allow me to work with your apothecaries, to share the knowledge so many humans have miserably guarded.

I turned to Ephira, focusing solely on her.

Allow me to clear the route to the west, so you may reestablish your trade with the dwarves of Val Thurim once more.

Ephiras eyes turned dark and greedy. Guemon looked between us, frantically.

I stopped, until my words no longer echoed across the room, then spoke in a much quieter voice.

Let me return that which was stolen.

And then, staring at Ephira, I reached slowly towards my shoulder.

Tap tap.