Barb Hendi - Of Truth and Beasts

... never close your eyes again ... not ever ... not until they all die....

ByndunDeep-Roothalted in the dark of a chamber so tall and empty that he heard the frightened clench of his own massive hands. And why should there be light or sound in the temple of his people? The hall of the Byn, the dwarven Eternals, was now a place filled only with false hopes. The peoples greatest ancestral spirits had abandoned them.

Suddenly, he heard the pounding behind him, though it seemed to hammer within his skull, until it took shape in a thunderous gale of breathy, tangled voices.

... they will kill you, if they can.... They will; you know this ...

He wanted to scream in rage at the chorus of overlapping whispers in his head. They had torn at him for so long, he could not tell if those words of warning were his or theirs. He could not remember when he had last closed his eyes, though he felt as if he were asleep. Not in a dream, but in an endless nightmare where silence had been slain.

In the depths of Balle Seatt, there was but one long ever-night of fear and madness.

The pounding would not stop, and he could almost feel it upon his broad back. He turned about and stared in panic at the great doors of the chamber of the Eternals.

Each was the height of four dwarves. Each had been hewn whole from the trunk of a great oak and was as thick as his forearms were long. Yet he could hear those who crowded outside the doors, pounding ... so many of them it began to sound like a rain of stones upon the wood. They were pounding to get in, though their voices could not breach the barrier like the hammering of their fists.

What are you doing?

Deep-Root spun at the threatening whisper and reached to his belt. All he saw at first were the great silhouettes in the dark. They reached to the halls impossible heights. Three lined the wall of the door, and three more stood at the far side. All these statues of his peoples Eternals were silent, their stone faces lost to sight.

A flickering light caught his eye.

An approaching flame wobbled toward him. Behind it was the reddened glow of a craggy old face, perhaps worn down and shriveled like the corpse of a human. The closer it came, the more he made out its featuresand the two black, olive-pit irises of one of his own people.

Broad featured and gray bearded, the elders eyes widened in wariness, exposing bloodshot whites around his irises. The torch glimmered upon the steel-shorn tips of the black scale armor of Master Kin-of-Far.

You would let them in! the old stonewalker accused.

No ... not anymore, Deep-Root denied.

Liar! the other hissed, and his free hand dropped to the black-lacquered hilt of one of his daggers.

In reflex, Deep-Root reached for a blade sheathed at his own waist.

Where have you been? Master Kin-of-Far asked, cocking his head. To your prattling brother? Is that how it started?

The elder stonewalker watched Deep-Root with one eye, while the other tried to see whether the doors had been opened as he crept forward.

All of them turned against us once the siege began, he continued. What deceits did you spit into the peoples ears ... through your brother?

And the whispers rose like a torrent in Deep-Roots head.

... no one left to trust ... never turn your back ... they are coming for you....

Deep-Root released his daggers hilt and slapped his hand to his head.

But one voice, so much louder than the others, cracked through his mind.

Listen only to mecling only to me.

The other voices began to grow again, making it too hard to think.

No ... he whispered, and then gripped his head with both hands as he shouted, Leave me be!

Leave you be? asked the elder, feigning puzzlement. Why would I? Youyou did this to us, traitor. You and your brother ... made them come for us!

No ... my brother has no part in this.

More lies! shouted the elder, jerking his blade from its sheath.

Do what is necessary and come to me.

Deep-Root closed his hands tighter upon his head.

The elder dropped his torch and charged, raising the dagger as he shouted, Keep your treachery, Byndun!

Do not listen. Come to me.

And again the other voices raised such a cacophony that he tried to cling to the one clear voice. He tried to crush the others from his head.

ByndunDeep-Rootsnatched out one dagger at the sight of his caste elder coming for him.

This tainted place had to end. There would be sleep and silence once Balle fell and was forgotten.

Wynn Hygeorht paced the floor of her room inside Calm Seatts branch of the Guild of Sagecraft. Shade, a large wolflike dog with charcoal black fur, lay on the small bed, watching her through crystal blue eyes.

Wynn was in trouble, and she knew it.

Only one night before, Wynn and Shade, and her other companion, Chane Andraso, had returned from Dhredze Seatt, the mountain stronghold of the dwarves. In that place, Wynn had disobeyed every order and every warning from her superiors. The repercussions were staggering. By now, word of her return had surely spread through the guild to its highest ranks. It was only a matter of time before she would be summoned before the Premin Council.

Wheres Chane? she whispered absently, still pacing.

Whatever happened tonight, hed want to know. Hed taken guest quarters across the keeps inner courtyard, but it was well past dusk, and he was late.

She nearly jumped when the knock at her door finally came. Pushing strands of wispy brown hair away from her face, she hurried to open it.

Where have you ... ?

It wasnt Chane outside the door.

There stood a slender young man only a few fingers taller than Wynn. He was dressed in the gray robe of a cathologer, just like her. His shoulders were slumped forward, as if in a perpetual cringe.

Nikolas? Wynn said, then quickly dismissed her confusion and smiled. He was one of the few friends she had left inside the guild.

He didnt smile back. In fact, he wouldnt even look her in the eyes.

You ... youve been summoned, he whispered, swallowing hard halfway through. Premin Sykion says youre to come straightaway to the councils chamber. And youre supposed to leave the ... He glanced once toward Shade. Youre to leave the dog here.

Wynn just stared at him. But shed known this was coming. Hadnt she? She straightened, smoothing down her own gray robe.

Give me a moment, she said. Go tell the council that Ill come directly.

He hesitated nervously, then nodded. Ill walk slowly. Buy you a little time.

Wynn gave him a sadder smile. Thank you.

She watched him disappear down the passage, but she closed the door only partway. She took a breath before turning about, for the next part wouldnt be easy.

Shade, stay here, she said firmly. You cannot come.

Wynn used as few words as possible, as Shades understanding of language wasnt fluent yet.

With a low rumble, Shade flattened her ears and launched off the bed.

Wynn was ready. She spun through the half-open door and jerked it shut. The door shuddered as Shade slammed into the other side with her full bulk. Then the howling began.

Stop that! Wynn called through the closed door.

With no time for Shades drama over being left behind, she gathered up her robes skirt and hurried down the passage to the end stairs, and then out into the night air of the courtyard.

She made her way across to the old stables and storage building, long ago converted to workshops, laboratories, and, of course, the guest quarters. Slipping through one outer door, she headed upstairs to a door she knew well. These were the same quarters once used by her old ally, Domin Ghassan ilSnke of the guilds Suman branch, far to the south. She knocked lightly.