Part 26 (1/2)
”She lied,” Tamara said bitterly. ”I had been born sickly, and the physicians gave me only a few hours to live. The slavers came and offered our parents a fortune for a child that would die soon anyway.
They looked to their other child, to you, Myrmeen, who was starving because they could not provide for her, and accepted the slavers' gold.”
”You should have come to me,” Myrmeen said. ”You should have told me.”
Tamara shook her head. ”I tracked you. I watched you with envy, my human sister who could go where she wished, do as she liked, and experience this world as a native creature, not a predator. As much as I wanted to be human, I had needs and appet.i.tes that were not.”
Myrmeen's lips curled slightly in disgust.
The muscles in Tamara's face tightened. ”I did not think I would be able to> bear seeing your revulsion. It's strange, sister. Somehow it doesn't bother me.”
Covering her face with her hands, Myrmeen said, ”I'm sorry.”
”You can't help it,” Tamara said. ”I understand. Besides, would you have believed me if I had told you the truth then?”
”I don't know,” Myrmeen said honestly. ”Why did you try to kill me at Shandower's retreat?”
Tamara shook her head. ”I thought you had been party to the sale of your child. All my life I had convinced myself that you were n.o.ble and decent. When Dak sold the baby I thought you were party to the deal, that you had done to this innocent what our parents had done to me. I thought you had chosen to abandon her.”
”I never would have done that,” Myrmeen said.
Tamara glanced at Krystin, then back at her sister. ”I know that now.”
Hardness returned to Myrmeen's eyes, the golden slivers within the deep, troubled sea of her pupils s.h.i.+ning like avenging swords. ”What happened to my child?”
”Zeal and I wanted a baby,” Tamara said. ”We purchased yours.”
”No, please,” Myrmeen said. ”My baby can't be like you, it can't be, please-”
”It's not,” Tamara said. ”I wanted to raise your daughter myself. Her place was arranged for at the Draw, but then it all came to me, the horrors I had witnessed and the evil inside me. Sanity overwhelmed me. Somehow I was able to be merciful. I told Zeal to give the baby to a human. He chose one from the Council of Mages in Suldolphor who could not have children. He and his wife have provided the child with the life of a princess. Your daughter is royalty.”
Krystin took Myrmeen's hand and squeezed it as Tamara gave Myrmeen the name of the man who had raised her child.
Tamara whispered, ”I was angry with you for giving up your baby, Myrmeen. If I had known you had been deceived, that you wanted the child, I would have taken you to her long ago. I thought you came back to Calimport only to cover up your dirty secret. But when I saw you with this one,” she said, pointing weakly at Krystin, ”I began to wonder if I was wrong. And later I came to know I was. I'msorry, Myrmeen.”
”Why did you want to kill Lord Sixx?” Myrmeen asked.
”For the children,” she croaked. ”With Sixx dead, it would be decades before another rose to power and made the journey to our homeland to learn the secrets of the apparatus and the Draw-decades of life for children that would have suffered my fate.”
Tamara shuddered. Death was close. Suddenly the images she had glimpsed in the emerald made sense; they had been of her life after death, had revealed her soul's destination. She was pleasantly surprised to learn that she did not face the dark G.o.ds of the Night Parade's world, but instead the peaceful kingdoms, the afterlife to which humans aspired. In that moment, she knew where she belonged.
She knew she had always been human, despite the evil that had been pumped into her veins, the darkness imposed over her soul.
”Take care of your daughters,” Tamara said urgently, then surrendered to death, leaving Myrmeen to question the nature of her final statement.
Light flared from the docks, an explosion of blue-white flame racing high into the air.
”Come on,” Myrmeen said, taking Krystin's hand.
”We can't just leave her,” the girl said, gesturing at Tamara's body. ”She's your sister.”
”We'll be back for her,” Myrmeen said as she saw bright green strands of lightning lick the sky.
She followed the length of the warehouse and peered around the corner to witness a sight that her mind could not at first a.s.similate. When the shock subsided and she understood what she was looking at, Myrmeen finally began to cry.
Twenty-Three.
Throughout the city, the human resistance grew stronger. The members of the Night Parade had not been prepared to fight a war. They had been lazy, confident in their abilities. Bel-lophat's music had made them drunk with thoughts of their own power. They had never dreamt that the humans' sheer numbers would prove to be their doom.
Human parents fought like wild animals to save their children's lives. The rich battled alongside the poor to destroy the nightmare people. The militia rallied the citizens into troops of fighting men and woman. Petty squabbles were put aside as they faced their common enemy. Buildings where the monsters had been trapped were set to the torch without a second thought. The streets filled with people whose fear had caused them to turn away from the day-to-day horrors of life in Calim-port, people who refused to allow fear to control their lives any longer.
There were losses, of course. Some members of the Night Parade proved to be vulnerable to steel, and they died as easily as their human prey. Other creatures took a dozen or more human lives before they surrendered to death, while still others could be hacked into a dozen pieces, then rise to escape or slaughter their tormentors.
Despite the high cost of victory, the humans fought and won against the nightmare people. Each time one of the monsters was killed, the humans cheered and howled in triumph. They had no idea that near the docks, a drama was being played out that would decide all their fates.
Myrmeen and Krystin stared in horror from the mouth of the alley as they saw that the temple of Sharess had vanished. In place of the temple stood an edifice that appeared to be in a constant state of transition. Although each of the building's complex configurations lasted no more than a few seconds, every incarnation bore common aspects: The support structures were made of searing blue-white energy. Emerald lightning snaked parallel to the ground to create various tiers within the rapidly s.h.i.+fting structure. The building itself had no walls to speak of and was always at least three stories high. Stairways led between the tiers, odd blood-red stretches of linkage that were either too far apart or too close together to easily accommodate humans.
Standing before the structure were Lord Sixx and a ring of hooded women in black. In the dark man's hands was a glowing blue-white object that also reconfigured itself in motions identical to the largerstructure. Lord Sixx was sweating, chanting loudly enough to be heard over the rain. The black-robed women chimed in at appropriate moments, adding a chorus to his strangely beautiful song of yearning and loneliness.
Myrmeen realized she was not looking at a building at all. This was the apparatus. The object created a whirlwind of shapes, each configuration more unusual than the last. Suddenly she became aware of the children in the acolytes' arms. She felt her body shake as revulsion coursed through her. She was witnessing the opening procedures in the ceremony that once had been enacted to metamorphose her sister into the progeny of darkness. She finally understood the true purpose of the apparatus: it was a machine for conjuration, a creation that evoked spells too complex for humans to manage.
Myrmeen did not want to know what the spells would bring into existence. She only knew that somehow she had to stop the ceremony before it reached its conclusion and the infants' humanity was sacrificed. The beautiful fighter studied the situation as calmly and rationally as she could under the circ.u.mstances. Getting to Lord Sixx was her first problem; directly before him lay the structures created by the apparatus, and close behind him was a gathering of monsters, including the flayed man whom Krystin had described, Ord's murderer. To make her task more difficult, the dark man was wreathed by the circle of robed women. At their backs lay the churning waters of the s.h.i.+ning Sea. From above, the endless daggers of rain created a s.h.i.+mmering curtain that lent a dreamlike quality to the proceedings.
This was not a dream, she reminded herself. People were dying, and if she did not develop a plan quickly, the children born in Calimport this night would become monsters.
”Don't jump,” a voice called.
Myrmeen felt her heart stop as she spun and stumbled back. Krystin's movements echoed her own. They both were stunned to see the rain-drenched, swarthy-skinned face of the man they had sent away to find help.
”Reisz,” Myrmeen said as she launched herself at him and threw her arms around his neck. He tensed, placing one hand on her shoulder to hold her back. ”What's wrong?”
Reisz stepped back and proffered a small bundle to them, a child wrapped in blankets. ”I didn't want you to crush the little one.”
Staring in wonder, Myrmeen saw that the baby was asleep. ”What happened?”
”My boat capsized while I wasn't far from sh.o.r.e. I swam back, then fell victim to that strange music. When it ended and I regained my senses, I started to scour the docks looking for you. I'd have missed you completely if not for that flash of light on the roof. I thought of the fire lord and feared you might have engaged him. I hunted until I found you.”
”What about the baby?” Krystin asked.
Reisz hunched over slightly to protect the infant from the rain. ”I found a monster carrying the child and had to persuade the thing to part with the little darling-and its life, of course.”
Krystin stood beside Myrmeen, watching the tiny baby's movements as it slept. Sadness overcame her as she said, ”Myrmeen, there is a way for you to get close to Lord Sixx, but I don't think you're going to like it.”
A quarter of an hour later, Myrmeen was walking in the direction of the conclave of monsters.
She tried desperately to force back her fear of the creatures, her fear of dying, and her revulsion at her own decision to go along with Krystin's plan. Although the child she carried in her arms was very light, she strode as if she were weighed down by the burden of a lifetime spent with guilt.