Phoenix Ascendant - eARC (12 page)

“We understand why you do not wish to wait for long,” Tobimar said. “But now that you know that the
architect
of these events is here in Evanwyl…what we need to know is can you stay at least a little while to help us?”

Toshi looked at his friends. “For a
little
while. What we need is to figure out a route to the Black City, preferably one as quick as possible. We
could
go to the city of Hell’s Edge, but that is a long, long way from here, and we have good reason to suspect that using any of our…quick methods of travel would get us noticed immediately, especially as we get closer to our goal, now that the City is actually manifest here. Also, taking the expected route will mean a route that is under constant observation. If we can determine a better route, it will be worth some time.”

“Besides,” Nike said, “Your group’s also been guided by Khoros. We’ve got a mission in common along the way, I think.”

A wrinkle appeared on Toshi’s forehead, then cleared. “
So desu
,” he said. “In both our stories, one thing stands out:
nothing
like our meetings is left to chance. Khoros has mapped out every encounter both of our groups has had. The fact that Kyri did not meet Tobimar and Poplock in Zarathanton, but rather only in desperate need at the end of their journey; the way in which Tobimar and Poplock first met; the exact ways in which each of us was…brought in by Khoros, the encounter between Xavier and Tobimar that brought him here twice before—Khoros obviously
planned
that.

“Given that, it’s completely ridiculous for us to think he didn’t plan this encounter, and the only reason I can think of for that is that he wants us to help you, and maybe something else, something we haven’t thought of. Maybe you even have a way for us to shortcut getting to the Black City.”

Poplock blinked at that.
You know…maybe we do. Not one I’d recommend to anyone else, but…I’ll talk about it with Kyri and Tobimar later.

“So…” Toshi went on, “…unless there’s an objection, yes, we will stay for a while.”

“What do you have in mind that we can help with?” Gabriel asked immediately.

Poplock gave his widest grin. “Be our backup when we pay a social call…on the Watchland.”

Chapter 17

The Watchland’s Fortress lay in front of them, only a few hundred yards distant. Of their dual group, only Rion was not present; he had remained behind with Lythos at Vantage Fortress. His presence would have vastly complicated the entire issue. Kyri looked to the five younger people. “Ready?”

Toshi nodded. “This should not be complicated, only potentially dangerous. For our purposes, there are really only three scenarios. First, we discover the Watchland is our enemy immediately, and the battle is joined; at that point I would
hope
that all of us together will be able to overcome pretty much anything.”

Remembering the Elderwyrm Sanamaveridion, Kyri shuddered. “Maybe. But we can’t just use the full powers we’ve talked about here. Jeridan has a staff of at least twenty people; we’re not very far from the center of Evanwyl. If we fight a battle anything like the one we fought in Kaizatenzei—”

“Lady Kyri,” Gabriel interrupted, “please—we understand. We very much understand.” She saw in his eyes that he, too, was remembering something devastating. “But if you are right, your ultimate enemy is the
cause
of most of this. We are choosing to confront him here; that leaves the possibility that such a battle may be
fought
here.”

“You wanna abort?” Xavier asked. His expression was serious, not judging her, just asking a question. “Drop it and try something else?”

In her mind’s eye, Kyri saw her golden fire contesting with night-black destruction, shattering hills, blasting buildings, igniting fields.
Can I even
possibly
risk that?

Tobimar and Poplock were silent; neither seemed willing to advise her to either go forward or retreat.

Myrionar, guide me. Do I move forward, or back? Do I risk this, or is it wiser that I do not, and seek another course?

She waited, but there was nothing, neither an omen of danger nor something drawing her forward.
Even Myrionar is saying to me ‘this is your choice, and yours alone.’

The fortress ahead gleamed white and silver in the afternoon sun, a structure whose design made massive walls and watchtowers seem delicate and airy, faced with polished white marble and enchanted steel. She remembered the Watchland from her youngest days, always present yet always moving, and remembered their talk at Rion’s dance years before. With a shock, she realized that the towering older figure she remembered from her third year must have been a youth, someone no older than Gabriel or Xavier.
He’s been protecting our country since he was younger than me, since his father died fighting something out of Rivendream.

That, somehow, decided her.
I have faith that I am right about him, and that it will not come to destruction, not here.
“Come on,” she said quietly. “It’s time.”

The others followed in silence. As they approached the Watchland’s Fortress, Kyri saw the guards at the gate snap to full attention and bow. “Phoenix! By the
Balance
, you’re
back
?”

“Hello, Renthas, Yomin,” she said with a smile at the pair, one blond, solid, and cheerful, the other tall, dark, and deceptively dour. “We are indeed. Would the Watchland be available? I would like to introduce him to some important visitors.”

“It would be extremely improbable that he would
not
receive you,” Yomin said, a rare smile flickering on his long face, softening the expression of disbelief that had also been there. “Give me a moment to check, of course.” He stepped into an alcove with a speaking tube, while Renthas kept watch; the guard’s gaze scanne the group with abject curiosity, but no suspicion.
I’d be stunned if there was, actually. My advantage here really is being utterly above suspicion. And hopefully, there is no
need
for suspicion.

Yomin emerged and nodded. “The Watchland says he would be most pleased to receive you and your friends; go straight in, you know the way. He’s in the library.”

Kyri felt her heartbeat accelerating as they approached the dark-red polished wood of the library doors.
Please let me have made the right decision
.

Jeridan Velion rose as she entered. “Kyri! You’ve returned from beyond Rivendream?” Before she could answer, he strode forward and embraced her. “Oh, welcome home, welcome
home
, Phoenix Kyri! And Tobimar! By Myrionar’s Blade, I had begun to give up hope that you had survived!”

Kyri felt unexpected tears welling up.
This isn’t an act! I can…
feel
him here. Not distant, not cold hiding behind a warm face! This is the Jeridan I was hoping to find!

She returned the embrace, but at the same time felt tension rising in her.
But that’s just my feelings, and it’s what I wanted to find. It really depends on what the others see…

“We did, Jeridan—not easily, I admit. And that’s a long tale that you’ll have a hard time believing,” she said. “But first, I want to introduce you to our visitors.”

Watchland Velion immediately straightened and gave the customary Armed Bow, allowing all to see the straight, double-edged sword in its sheath on his hip as he completed the turn. “My apologies to you; all of us in Evanwyl have been concerned for Kyri on this venture, and to know she was well—”

“Don’t worry about it, Watchland,” Xavier said with a grin. “I was just as glad to see them.”

“Xavier Ross! I admit this is a pleasant surprise.”

“Jeridan, you recall that Xavier mentioned he’d come here with four friends?”

“Indeed.” The golden-haired Watchland raised an eyebrow. “Then these are your lost companions?”

“Yep!”

“Jeridan, allow me to present to you Gabriel Dante, Nike Engelshand, Toshi Hashima, and Aurora Vanderdecken,” Kyri said. The natives of Earth, being somewhat close together and not practiced in the idea, didn’t do the Armed Bow but instead bowed from the waist.

“Welcome, all of you,” the Watchland said, his blue eyes studying the newcomers keenly. He also clasped hands with each of them. “All from the legendary other world? A momentous occasion for my fortress, I must say. Please, come with me to table, I will have some refreshments brought and we can talk a bit before I must tend to other duties.”

“How could we refuse?” Nike said. “We’d be honored.”

“I assure you, the honor is entirely mine. There must be a grand story behind your arrival here as well, and I look forward to hearing something of it.”

As the Watchland led them to his private dining room, Kyri glanced quickly at the others.

Gabriel gave her an emphatic nod, but raised one eyebrow; Xavier gave a thumbs-up gesture which she knew meant “yes,” then also shook his head. Poplock also bounced once on Tobimar’s shoulder.

Relief surged through her again, this time so strongly she felt herself momentarily weak.
He’s nothing monstrous. But they’ve found something else.
Now we find out if he can be saved.

It took only a few moments for everyone to be seated. “Once more, welcome, old friends and new. I will call to have us served—”

“Wait, please,” she said. He paused, hand reaching for one of the gems that would have brought servants in to take direction. “There is something we would rather say to you in private, now.”

“Ah. Something more than a social call, then? I should have suspected as much, since I had heard no word of your coming, despite having heard that there was a small group of strange youngsters at old Kell’s place.” Instead of touching for a summons, he passed his hand over another, which was meant for privacy; Kyri felt a faint wash of magic. “As you wish, then.”

The others looked at her.
This is all mine; they’re right.
“Jeridan…Do you trust me?”

He opened his mouth to answer instantly, but then paused, seeing her expression. “Completely and without reservation, Phoenix Kyri Vantage,” he said quietly, after a moment. “Speak, then. I gave you my trust that day in the temple, and you proved me right. I shall
always
trust you.”

She took a deep breath. “Then I must tell you that—somehow—your…likeness, at least…has been used and is perhaps still being used by our enemies.”

Jeridan’s eyes narrowed. “How do you mean?”

“She means,” Tobimar said, “that the architect of not just the fall of the Justiciars, but of most of the current troubles of the world, has been wearing your face, Watchland. We found yet another part of the plot beyond Rivendream Pass, in a country called Kaizatenzei, and one of those high in the counsels of the enemy was able to show us the likeness of this master manipulator. That likeness was yours.”

Watchland Velion was on his feet, and his face was dark with anger. But there was no anger in his voice when he spoke to her. “Kyri Victoria Vantage, do you trust
me?
”

“I do…now,” she said. “Jeridan—Watchland—understand, we have already seen evidence of the ability of our adversaries to work through others, so that sometimes they were…themselves, and sometimes not. I had reason to believe that this was true of you. I know that—at least for now—you are the man I have always known.”

The Watchland slowly examined those seated at his table. “I see. What is your purpose in this visit, then?”

“Initially,” Toshi said, “to examine you at close range and determine whether you were a monster hiding in the guise of an ally, or the man you appeared to be.”

“And have you found that I am who I appear to be?”

“Yes,” Gabriel answered. “But not one without mysteries about him. There is a complex enchantment woven about you; I can see it, but I do not yet have the knowledge to interpret what I see fully.”

“Right,” said Xavier. “There’s a layering of something through your soul, but from what and what exactly it does, I don’t know.”

“We think at least part of it is memory implant,” Poplock said, causing Jeridan to jump.

“So you
are
a member of their party, Poplock Duckweed, not merely a pet!” he said. “I had wondered about that more than once. What do you mean by ‘memory implant’?”

“Do you remember what you said to me, when you came to bid Aunt Victoria, Urelle, and myself goodbye?” Kyri asked.

“I confess that I do not remember it in detail, no.”

“I do, though. You said ‘…for many of the last few days I have felt almost outside myself, watching what I have been doing, seeking to make it all right, yet…not able to let myself…truly reach those who needed me most….’” She met his gaze. “Do you understand what I am saying?”

Jeridan Velion’s gaze dropped, and he was silent for a moment. When he looked back up, she saw something bleak and frightened there. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, Kyri. I’ve…felt that many times over the years. I would awaken one morning, and remember what I had done over the past days or weeks, and yet it would feel…
flat
, cold, colorless, as though I were trying to remember someone else’s dream. The facts would be there, the images, but the feelings, the
connection
, would be wan, dim, cold.”

“As though you had not, in fact done it,” Toshi said. “That someone had instead effectively given you the memory, but without the associations that make living memories so rich and strong.”

“And you are saying that this is exactly what has happened to me?”

“Yes. The very nature of the memories confirms it,” Toshi answered, after a quick glance at Poplock. “Our adversary could certainly give you memories of what they had done—but those memories, to be innocuous to you, would either be entirely synthetic, made-up, and thus expected to be thin and less convincing, or would be actual events but stripped of our enemy’s actual thoughts and reactions, which would have been far too revealing.”

Kyri put her hand on his shoulder. “Jeridan, where we came from, our enemy had effectively made duplicates of people, ones they could leave acting as though they
were
those people and then take over whenever needed; they described similar symptoms. We need to find out what, exactly, has been done to you—and if our enemy has any hold on you, to break that hold.”

“And can you do this without our enemy being aware of it?”

“Probably not,” Poplock said. “But we’re getting ready to go after him and he
is
probably aware of that. Making sure he doesn’t have you as a battlesquares piece? That’s worth it.”

Kyri saw Jeridan looking with grim curiosity at the group, and she knew what he saw; children, mostly, with her an unusual and still very young exception. “When you say this being who has been using me is the ‘architect’ of the current troubles…what exactly do you mean? Is he…”

“…responsible for the Black City arriving? Yep,” said Poplock. “According to our sources, he planned the whole thing, including the assassination of the Sauran King, the attacks on Artania, Skysand, Aegeia, all of it. He arranged a trap for us, too, in Kaizatenzei. And he is the one behind the False Justiciars, the corrupter of the order. He is the son of Kerlamion, called Viedraverion.”

Jeridan shuddered. “That name…I…
feel
something, something terrible, when I hear it.” He raised his head, looked into her eyes. “I trust you implicitly, Kyri, the Phoenix of Myrionar, the one who tore the mask from Thornfalcon and the other fallen Justiciars. And this…this explains other things, veiled comments, occasional odd looks I recall from the Justiciars. Yes, Kyri.” He straightened. “If you must do something, then do it. Even if it is something less…gentle than you imply.”

“Less gentle…?” For a moment she wondered what he meant, and then saw the bleak acceptance in his eyes, the stiff rise of the chin. “Oh, Myrionar,
no
, Jeridan. I did not come here to kill you.”

“If in
any
way I can be used against you—against
Evanwyl
—you
should
kill me,” the Watchland said, hands clenched at his side. “I—”

“Let us try something less drastic first, sir,” Gabriel said; the very slight smile was apologetic.

“Yes,” Poplock said, interrupting the Watchland before the man could more than open his mouth. “We
know
that anything Viedra put on you will probably be mud-sticking hard to break, but we’ve got a couple advantages. First, he probably doesn’t know we’re going to try that
now
, and second, I don’t think he knows
anything
about our friends, and even less that they’re here. His daddy’s opposing forces got pretty much wiped out without a chance to report, and no one’s going to believe they all got here from there so quick anyway. And I’ve learned a few tricks since we’ve been gone, too.”