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Everyone drifted off into groups when Glory excused herself from the room, but no one felt a desire to wander far. With the exception of Vandro, who swaggered off to prowl around the townhouse, they remained in the grand salon on the top floor. Thus, when the house’s doorbell rang, it was the work of only moments for all present guests to assemble themselves. By unspoken consensus, they did so there in the salon, not moving to meet the new arrival in the front hall.
Glory herself had just rejoined them when, with customarily preternatural timing, Smythe appeared to announce their newest visitor.
“Rumor, bearing word from Boss Tricks,” he said impassively.
She very nearly pushed him aside, striding into the room and irritably brushing snowflakes out of her mussed hair. “Yeah, yeah, I feel so pretty. How about something hot to—oh, thank fuck, here you assholes are. Now I can stop rolling around in the goddamn snow.”
“Uh…what?” Ross asked intelligently.
“Boss is looking for you,” Casethin replied, panning a disgruntled stare across them. “One, two… You’re missing one.”
“Jasmine is fine; she’s here as well,” Glory said smoothly. “Smythe, something warm for our guest to drink, please. You have news, Rumor?”
“And you’re looking for us?” Tallie asked, nonplussed.
“Okay, first things first, chronologically speaking,” Casethin said irritably. “I got back to the Guild just fine with word. The dwarf was telling the truth; they had Pick in their fucking basement.”
“Is he all right?” Grip asked quietly, without expression.
“Hadn’t been roughed up,” Rumor snorted. “Fucking dwarves. Too civilized for such brutish measures, puffed-up assholes. He’s been drugged to hell, though; was practically incoherent. No way of telling what they got out of him, but Vanda and the Boss both think it can’t have been much, or they wouldn’t have been chasing these little bastards as stubbornly as they were. Anyhow, Pick’s secured in one of Vanda’s safe houses, being tended by the best healer she could scrape up. He seems fairly okay; they’re not sure what he got dosed with exactly, but practically anything’ll wear off given time. Too risky out there to try getting him back to the Casino, though, so he’s stuck with our back-alley shaman, but Zephyr knows what he’s doing.”
“Why?” Glory asked. “What’s happening?”
“Will you let me talk?” Casethin retorted with poor grace, even as she accepted a mug of something steaming from a tray proffered by Smythe. “Seriously, I’ll go over everything. This is what I do, lemme work.” She paused to take a sip, then grimaced and turned accusingly to Smythe. “There is no booze in this. What’s wrong with you?”
“Rumor,” Glory said sharply.
“Yeah, all right, fine. I got past a hilariously ineffective attempt to trip me up by what’s left of that dwarven intelligence cell, made it to the Guild and reported in to the Boss. So he’s up to speed. I’m here because he sent me out to locate these junior fuckups,” she pointed accusingly at the knot of apprentices, “and bring them and everybody else on the list into the know. This was the fourth place. Your house was empty,” she added to Vandro, “and I’ve gotta say I’m surprised to find you here of all places, but now that I think of it, I don’t actually care what you’re up to, so kindly don’t explain.”
“How does the Boss have a list of places we might possibly be?” Darius asked, frowning.
“Because,” said Grip, “before I set out after you, we established that list; considering the situation, it seemed wise to have prearranged safe spots to bring you in case we couldn’t get back to the Guild.”
“What, you’re surprised?” Rumor grinned nastily. “You thought little ol’ Grip came to rescue you outta the goodness of her heart? Breaking news: she’s got neither goodness nor heart, and she’s so far up the Boss’s ass—”
“Is there anything else?” Glory asked pointedly.
“Yeah, there is.” Rumor’s expression sobered. “We’ve got dwarven activity out there. Lots of it, widespread.”
“Activity, hm?” Vandro swirled his whiskey glass idly. He was either on another or had just never finished the first. “What sort?”
“We don’t know, and that’s put everything on hold.” Rumor took another long sip of her drink, then stalked over to the nearest chair and plunked herself down with a wince. “Oof, my poor fucking feet… Okay, so obviously, once it got back to the Boss that these fuckers had imprisoned and drugged a member of the Guild, open season was declared upon them. That’s one of the things I’m to spread around; we’re mustering. Every Guild agent in the city who’s able and inclined is to assemble at the Casino for orders, preparatory to ending these assholes for good and all.”
“For heaven’s sake,” Layla sniffed, “why did it take this long? If foreign agents were pursuing his apprentices, I should think the first hint of that was the appropriate time for a preventive show of force.”
“Who the shit is this?” Casethin demanded.
“No one,” Darius said firmly, placing a hand over Layla’s mouth when she opened it to protest.
“Allow me to answer the question, little lady,” Vandro chimed in. “We’re not the Sisterhood, or the Huntsmen; the Boss is basically a glorified housekeeper, or at least that’s how it’s supposed to work. Eserites don’t fall in and march at anyone’s order. But when our own are attacked? That’s another matter.”
“The last time something like this happened was a year ago,” Glory added, “almost exactly. Three Army officers dragged one of our information brokers into an alley and beat her. Every Guild agent in the city mobilized to essentially shut down that entire barracks. Much as we prize our independence, we do not suffer entrenched powers to abuse our people.”
“Uh huh, that’s very nice with the history and doctrine and all,” Casethin said impatiently (despite having taken the opportunity of their conversation to finish her drink), “but I have actually important news. These dwarves have been mobilizing at the same time as we are, which is why Boss’s current orders are to assemble at the Casino and not engage ’em.”
“Wait, mobilizing who?” Rasha asked. “I thought you guys said they couldn’t have many people left.”
“That was Jasmine’s assessment, and it was solid logic,” said Tallie. “It’s not like we know, though. Yeah, mobilizing, who, exactly?”
“Dunno,” Rumor said, frowning, “but lots. We got dwarves crawling out of the fuckin’ woodwork all of a sudden. When I left the Casino—and this was a couple hours back, so no telling what’s going on now—there were three entire carriage-loads of armed dwarves appearing via the city gates, the Svenheim embassy just went on some kind of alert with armed guards at all entrances, and suddenly dwarves have been appearing, just, everywhere. In groups, lots with weapons. Least fifty, that we knew of last I was in the loop.”
“The timing doesn’t work,” Grip said sharply. “If you went right from Glass Alley to the Casino, and then set off to search for us, how the hell do you already have this much detail?”
“Yeah, that’s the scary part,” Rumor said with a grim scowl. “They are very deliberately making it known what they’re doing. These armed groups? They’re popping up in front of known Guild facilities, or at least the homes and workplaces of members. They’re showing us they’ve got numbers and mean business.”
“How can they possibly have that many people ready to mobilize in Tiraas?” Darius exclaimed. “I thought intelligence cells had to be small!”
“Dwarves do not have the same relationship to their government that we do,” Glory mused. “Some may just be travelers and tradespeople who happened to be in the city and answered a call put out in the name of their king. Then, again, at least some were undoubtedly sleeper agents. Every government has at least a handful of those in every foreign capital, at least any large enough to afford it. Or perhaps Svenheim had people in Tiraas for another purpose, and the operatives with whom you’ve been dealing were able to activate them..”
“Doesn’t really matter, in the short term,” Rumor grunted. “They’re out there, armed, and in enough numbers that us crackin’ down on ’em wouldn’t be a crackdown so much as a goddamn battle. Boss is sending people to watch ’em, but orders are it’s to be strictly hands off for now.”
“Hmm.” Vandro sipped his drink. “I have to hand it to the bastards, that is a good play. Have you seen any reaction from the Empire yet?”
“Not when I left,” Casethin said with a shrug and a grimace. “There damn well has to have been one by now, though. There’s no way Imperial Intelligence would fail to notice this going on.”
“And that enforces a detente,” said Glory, nodding. “With the dwarves and the Guild both arming up and the nature of the situation obscured, whoever shoots first will be the recipient of the Empire’s full wrath. Most long-lasting governments treat the Guild with a modicum of respect, but no legal authority will tolerate anything that resembles an insurgency flaring up in its own capital. However, it also starts the clock ticking. It won’t take Intelligence long to get enough details to step in, one way or the other. Whatever they mean to do, they’ll do soon.”
“Damn good play,” Vandro said admiringly.
“This is insanity!” Layla protested. “The Kingdom of Svenheim is not in such a secure situation that they can afford to do this. It’s potentially an act of war, and the Empire would decisively crush any of the Five Kingdoms!”
“The Empire could decisively crush all five together in open war,” Glory corrected, “though actually invading and occupying dwarven territory is tremendously unwise. That may be beside the point, however. I cannot believe the matter of these staves is important enough to Svenheim to risk war. Without doubt, every dwarf responding to this call will have some kind of deniability. The Empire may well know that they were involved in organizing it, but so long as none of these individuals are provably in the pay of their crown and their actions do not cross certain lines, Sharidan and Eleanora won’t react with excessive hostility. They do risk severely undermining the very important trade negotiations going on, however.” She narrowed her eyes in thought. “It doesn’t add up. Why is this so important to them? And if it is, why are they only acting in such force now?”
“Yeah, well, this part’s over my head,” Rumor grunted, getting up and casually tossing the empty mug to Smythe. “I gotta report back to the Boss now I know where you are. And then I’ll probably end up trudging through the goddamn snow all night carrying messages…”
“What about Pick?” Ross asked. “I mean, and Ironeye and the others? If the dwarves are arming up, aren’t they in danger?”
Rumor snorted derisively, already stomping toward the door. “Safer’n any of us. Glass Alley is a killing ground for anybody who takes Vanda on in force. I think these fuckers are too smart to try, but if they do…good.”
Smythe gave Glory a pointed look as he followed her out, prompting her to sigh.
“Well…what now?” Darius asked once they had left the room. “We can’t just sit here!”
“Oh, we’re gonna sit here, all right,” said Vandro. “This is no time to go charging out into the snow. But you’re right, son, we can’t just sit here. The trick is making the right preparations when we don’t know what the enemy intends.”
“No armed dwarves have appeared in this neighborhood, in force or otherwise,” Glory mused. “The constabulary would respond immediately to that, and I am not the only local resident with security wards which would detect such activity. We are, for the moment, as tentatively safe as before we knew of this.”
“Nambini at Traisis Ford.”
Rasha started at the sudden voice, and everyone turned to stare at Jasmine, who was just inside the salon’s rear door, leaning her back against its frame, arms folded. She had been inside long enough that the snow had melted from her hair, though there were still visibly wet patches on the shoulders of her coat.
“Wh—how long have you been there?” Darius demanded. “And what the hell was that jibberish?”
“Long enough to catch the high notes,” she said. “And it was an example.”
“Hmm,” Glory said, a slow smile creeping across her face. “Interesting idea, Jasmine.”
“What idea?” Tallie exclaimed.
“Honestly,” Layla huffed, “didn’t any of you go to school?”
“Darius, I’m gonna punch her,” Tallie announced.
“No, you’re not,” he said firmly, then turned to point at Ralph, who had abruptly jumped up from his seat near the window and taken a step toward them. “No, she’s not! Sit down!”
“During the conquest of the Stalrange,” said Jasmine, “most of the Empire’s military was obviously there. At one point a pocket of Stalweiss guerrillas took to summoning demons behind Imperial lines to disrupt the Army, which caused two Silver Legions to be routed there as support. A single half-strength Legion was left behind to patrol Viridill. At that time, three orcish clans formed a horde pact and crossed the river from Athan’Khar. With Viridill mostly undefended, the Legionnaires under the command of a then Hand of Avei, Nambini Onpomba, retreated to Vrin Shai, gathering up civilians as they went.”
“That’s fascinating,” Tallie said with heavy sarcasm, “but what the hell—”
“Shh,” said Rasha, poking her shoulder. “Jasmine doesn’t talk without a point.”
“I think I see where this is headin’,” Vandro added, grinning. “Go on, girl.”
Jasmine glanced at him expressionlessly, but continued. “The defenders were safe in Vrin Shai, which is virtually impervious to siege, but hiding behind its walls allowed the orcs free reign across the province. So Nambini tricked them. She led a force disguised as feeling refugees out of the city by cover of night, pretended to be accidentally spotted, and fled to the ford at Traisis, where she had sent actually discreet forces to prepare an ambush. The orcs had the superior numbers, but they were baited into a trap and routed. Nambini sacrificed a safe position in order to destroy what should have been a superior enemy on ground of her own choosing.”
“Okaaay,” said Darius, nodding. “I get the point of your enigmatic pronouncement now, and quite frankly, neither the mystery routine nor the history lesson were necessary. I take it you’ve got a slightly more detailed plan than that?”
Jasmine frowned, shifting her focus to the senior Guild members in the room. “How possible is it to move discreetly around the city with all this going on?”
“Extremely,” Grip said immediately. “One or two people can evade notice easily, assuming a modicum of competence. Best way would be to take the sewers. I assume Glory has a sewer access on the premises; every Guild agent with an actual house does.”
“I most certainly do,” Glory added with a smile, “and I appreciate your discretion, Quintessa, but I am also aware that you know where it is.”
“We’re kinda known for using sewers, aren’t we?” Ross asked. “I mean, ‘we’ being Eserites. Won’t they be expecting that?”
Grip smiled unpleasantly. “I’ll come along to guide you, Jasmine. If the dwarves manage an ambush, it’ll be us, in the sewers, with no witnesses. I am pretty sure we can make that work to our benefit. What’s your plan?”
Jasmine nodded and straightened. “Everyone please make preparations to move out as a group. I have a strategy in mind, but I need to go set the trap before we can bait and spring it.”
“Uh, that doesn’t really answer the question,” Darius pointed out. “What is the plan? I mean, didn’t we just hear about how letting this come to a fight isn’t a winning move right now? And here you are talking military strategy…”
Jasmine smiled faintly. “War is deception. We need to think like Eserites; think of it not as a battle, but…”
“A con,” said Vandro, nodding. “And you’re right, kiddo. A good general is the best con artist of all.”
“Where to?” Grip asked, unfolding herself from her chair. “Gonna gather up your buddy Schwartz?”
“I don’t think we’ll have time, much as I’m worried about him,” Jasmine said, frowning. “I really hope he’s safely in the Collegium… But no. We make for the Temple of Avei. Lead the way, Grip.”
“I’ve been in there for hours!” Schwartz hissed as Principia practically shoved him out of the waiting chamber and into the hall, Meesie squeaking a counterpoint to his indignation from atop his head. “Where in the Dark Lady’s name have you been? Didn’t my message express how urgent this is?!”
“Shh,” she said sharply, pushing the door shut. “I’m sorry, Herschel, I only just found out. And you are very lucky I did; believe me, it is not standard practice to hold people against their will when they come warning the Legion of…well, anything. Bishop Syrinx appears to have set preparations to keep you on ice if you came looking for me. I barely got here ahead of her; I really don’t want to think about what would have happened had she managed to corner you in that waiting room with nobody in the know.”
“Those soldiers were just doing their duty,” Ephanie said as she and the three other members of Squad One present fell in behind Principia, who was hurrying Schwartz down the hall. “Covrin aside, she doesn’t bother to personally recruit privates; they’d have known, and been able to tell the chain of command you were here. I doubt she’d have done any significant harm.”
“I make no assumptions and take no risks with regard to that woman,” Principia said darkly.
“You didn’t get any message, did you,” Schwartz said sourly.
“Not yours,” she replied, steering him down a side hall. “I just got word from a friend that you were here.”
She glanced at him sidelong with a faint smile. “Someone who knew you’d come here, knew there was a trap set, and was in a position to both warn me and distract Basra long enough for me to reach you first.”
“Ah,” he said, nodding, “I’m glad Jenoof!”
Principia had jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow. “Shut up, boy! No names, respect her cover. Basra is undoubtedly on her way right now.”
“That’s correct,” said a new voice. Nandi Shahai appeared from a side door, beckoning them forward. “And it’s a good thing I was keeping an ear out. We have minutes, Sergeant, maybe seconds.”
Principia glanced rapidly up and down the hall, then said curtly, “In here. What’d you hear?” she asked Shahai as she ushered Schwartz through the door. It led to a conference room of sorts, mostly open in plan but with chairs lining the walls and a blackboard at one of the narrow ends.
“Covrin kept Basra away as long as she could,” Shahai said very softly as the rest of Squad One filed in and fell into a defensive formation around Schwartz and Principia. “Then, in order to avoid blowing her cover and affirm her support, she had to reveal to Basra not only that Schwartz was here, but that you had found him and were taking him away. Both are en route.”
“Ugh, this fucks everything up,” Principia growled, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I had a strategy in place, which is now out the window; confronting her this early will put us right back at square one.”
“Well, I’m sorry,” Schwartz said testily, “but none of this was my idea.”
“Not your fault,” Principia assured him, patting his arm. “You did the right thing, Herschel, coming here. And you’re right, if the dwarves are getting this pushy, we need to get word to the apprentices. I just hope you haven’t been delayed too long; if they’re safe in the Casino, good, but the Guild doesn’t like to keep its younglings cooped up. This is important; Basra Syrinx is a nuisance and a distraction, that’s all. I’ll figure out something else to deal with her when I have time to worry about it.”
“Isn’t that good to know,” Basra herself said brightly, striding into the room with Jenell hovering behind her. “Since I’m well aware that you could hear me coming, shall I interpret this as a threat?”
“Much as I enjoy our little dances, your Grace, I’m afraid I don’t have time,” Principia said with a polite smile. “I’ve just received word that our allies in the Guild may be in immediate danger. If you will excuse us…”
“Ah, yes. Hello, Mr. Schwartz.” The Bishop turned her pleasant expression on him, smirking faintly when Meesie chattered a warning and put off a tiny puff of sparks. “How lovely to see you again. Well! Since we are all here and I have, after all, been assigned to this same project, shall we go?”
“Who says you’re coming?” Schwartz snapped, glaring daggers at her.
“I actually can answer that,” Basra mused, “acting as I am on orders from the High Commander, but your question is avoiding the real issue, which is your apparent belief that you get a say in anything I do.” She smiled more widely, showing the tips of her teeth. “Or, for that matter, in anything that goes on in my presence. I had thought I made myself abundantly clear on this issue when we last spoke, but as it seems you are determined to tweak my nose, let me just remind you…” Her smile hardened, and suddenly there was something subtly wild in the set of her eyes. “You are not always going to have Locke’s skirts to hide behind, boy. Your ineptitude and irrelevance is your saving grace. Should you actually succeed, somehow, in irritating me—”
“Touch him and I’ll kill you.”
Total silence fell.
“I’m sorry, Sergeant,” Basra said silkily after a moment, “I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
“You heard me just fine,” Principia stated. The rest of her squad were staring at her with wide eyes, as was Jenell. The exception being Shahai, who merely tilted her head inquisitively. “You’ve been looking for a way to actually hurt me, which you didn’t have before. Well, you found one. Herschel is the child of an old friend and I care about him. Therefore, let me make this explicitly plain: harm him, and I will immediately end your life.”
“Oh, my dear Sergeant Locke,” Basra said, grinning outright. “You needn’t go and make this so easy for me. I was just beginning to enjoy the game.”
“I’ve explained this to you once, Basra. You may not recall; you were rather distracted by being humiliated and exiled that evening.” Principia grinned right back, just as nastily. “This is only a game because I am choosing, for reasons of my own, to play by the Sisterhood’s rules. You are in no way prepared to contend with me if I decide to throw everything to the wind and simply remove you. Push me hard enough that I’m willing to abandon my squad and the Legions, and you’ll be dead within a fortnight. Not immediately, because I’ll need to make certain preparations. You don’t deserve to go quickly or quietly.”
“Locke,” Basra said sibilantly, sliding her sword six inches out of its sheath, “I could spend the evening reciting all the things far deadlier than you which have tried to kill me, and which are now dead. Just in the last year; those have been the best ones, and every one of them frightened me more than you do—which is to say, not in the least little bit. If you want to stop playing politely, by all means, give me the excuse—”
Everyone in the room shifted to stare at the door, in which had appeared Jasmine, scowling in fury. A blonde woman in dark clothes was standing at her shoulder, one eyebrow raised sardonically.
“Here I thought I was fortunate,” Jasmine growled, stalking into the room, “to find two privates who just happened to know where the very people I wanted were. But I get here, and what do I find? Two grown, apparently intelligent, allegedly competent women, loudly indulging in a feud, in front of a Salyrite and their own troops…” She kicked the door shut, barely giving Grip a chance to make it inside. “With the door open, you unbelievable ninnies!”
“Excuse me,” Merry said sharply, “but just what do you think—”
“Lang, shush,” Casey hissed, nudging her with an elbow.
“Excuse you,” Merry snapped, but subsided at a glare from Ephanie.
Basra cleared her throat. “Allow me to—”
“Silence!” Jasmine didn’t even look at her, taking two long strides toward Principia. “Lives are at stake. We have a duty to attend to. I will not have this, do you both understand? If you two are so determined to be up each other’s butts, I promise you in a completely non-metaphorical sense, I CAN MAKE THAT HAPPEN.” She stopped barely a foot from the sergeant, staring her down. “I realize that Commander Rouvad and your captain both indulge your antics to a point because of your usefulness, Sergeant Locke. I am not them. So long as you wear that uniform, you will conduct yourself in a manner which brings nothing but honor and dignity to it. That is the end of the subject. I will not have to speak of this to you again. Understood?”
Principia cleared her throat. “There are—”
She fell instantly silent when Jasmine took another step forward, glaring at her from inches away, now.
“There is exactly one acceptable response from you,” she said in deadly quiet.
“And that will be the entirety of your vocabulary in my presence for the forseeable future, unless you have an unassailable reason otherwise. Is that clear?”
“Who the hell is this kid?” Merry demanded. Despite her furious expression, she didn’t dare raise her voice above a stage whisper.
“Shut your yap!” Casey hissed back.
“All yaps shut!” Ephanie snapped.
“And as for you, Syrinx.” Jasmine turned to the Bishop, her expression not lightening in the slightest. “I’ve spoken with the High Commander about you at some length.”
“Oh, have you now,” Basra said impassively.
“Your issues,” Jasmine stated, “are not my responsibility. You are not under my command. I can’t give you orders, as you well know. So let me be plain: in no way does that mean you don’t need to concern yourself with me.”
The room lit up with a golden glow of such intensity that most of them had to avert their eyes. The eagle wings which spread from behind Jasmine barely had space to extend themselves.
“Ohhh,” Merry whispered. “Kay, I’m up to speed.”
Schwartz’s jaw dropped.
“You know where the lines are drawn, Syrinx,” Trissiny said, holding the Bishop’s gaze. “Cross them again, and it’s not going to matter how good you are with that sword. Put it back in the sheath.”
After a moment of silence so complete that the faintest chiming of the paladin’s aura could be detected at the very edge of hearing, Basra obeyed.
“And unless you want to learn whether you can outsmart a spear of divine light through your heart, you will henceforth behave yourself no less assiduously than Locke. Have I made myself plain?”
After another beat, Basra incongruously smiled. “Admirably so, General.”
“Fine.” The golden light suddenly winked out, leaving them blinking, and she turned her back on the Bishop and the Sergeant. “Schwartz, I’m really glad to see you’re safe. We were all worried.”
“Aiee,” he squeaked.
Trissiny grimaced. “And…I would appreciate it if you’d keep all of this to yourself.”
“I, um, of course!” He swallowed heavily. “I mean, though, wow, I never… That is, uh, mum’s the word.”
Meesie chirped smugly.
“For the rest of you,” Ephanie added, looking pointedly at Merry and Casey, “that is an order.”
“Yes, ma’am!” the entire rest of the squad chorused, with the exception of Principia, whose face was uncharacteristically devoid of expression.
Trissiny shook her head. “With that out of the way, I came here for a reason. Sergeant Locke, I am activating your squad. I will need you formed up and on the march as quickly as possible. Most of you, that is; designate your most best runner to send a message across the city. There are more reinforcements I need gathered.”
“That’s not necessary,” Basra said smoothly. “Squad One function splendidly at a unit, and are already under strength without being split up. I can fetch whoever else you need, General Avelea.”
Trissiny turned to give her a long, careful look.
“If you’re concerned about my response to being badgered and threatened, good,” Basra continued without apparent rancor. “That’s something you should consider before risking throwing away an ally in the future.”
“Do you really think,” Trissiny said flatly, “after what I just walked in on, you are in a position to lecture me?”
“I am correcting you,” Basra replied, “because I consider you the most promising paladin we have had in the last thousand years. Not one of your predecessors would even have thought to seek out the expanded skill set and mindset you are. But sooner rather than later, you’re going to find yourself dealing with someone who doesn’t have your best interests at heart, and then slip-ups like that will cost you. For now,” she nodded deeply, nearly a bow, “how can I help?”
“Oh, please,” Grip said, dripping scorn. “Tell me you’re not buying that load of crap.”
“Grip,” Trissiny said, turning slowly to face her, “we are standing in the Temple of Avei. I can throw you in a cell just for what I’ve seen you do tonight. And that’s only talking legally; physically, I can throw you anywhere I want. Shut. Up.”
Grip, for some reason, grinned in evident delight, but said nothing in response.
“All right, as for the rest of you.” Trissiny turned back to face the soldiers, the Bishop, and Schwartz. “Here are your orders.”
35 thoughts on “11 – 37”
A Wednesday chapter? Two hours early? Madness.
But seriously, I’m way sleep deprived. I shall now go be unconscious.
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I absolutely love this. Trissiny Locke/Avelea is badass. The budding cunning of an Eserite, with the capability to command of an Avenist. It’s a very deadly combination.
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Oh man is it Christmas? An early chapter? This was the MOST fun to read. Only one thing could tear me away from game 6 right now (not that I’m a baseball fan but this is getting historic), and this was it. Totally worth it, too. What a ridiculously fun chapter to read.
Trissiny being in her element and being bad ass is great. There haven’t been that many times so far that Trissiny’s actually been in a situation that’s exactly what suits her and the narrative focus is on her and not someone else.
Basra’s an idiot, “correcting” the paladin is not going to get her on Trissiny’s good side or do anything to convince Trissiny she isn’t just a conniving politician who has no true place in the Sisterhood.
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ah, but it can be painted as trying to help. It’s just more manipulative bs, ofc, and someone needs to knife that psycho pdq, but it is nice to see triss centered enough to *act* w/o being an idiot
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The beauty is, Triss was dead perfect soldier with Locke. Right now Basra thinks that’s an opening for dealing with Principia, get her own daughter against her. Which is exactly why Triss took that tact in that way. She’s starting to learn!
The way Locke was desesperatly maintaining her features neutral near the end was kinda painful, tho. Even if she has to understand the reasons, that probably hurt her a bit.
Oh my god. Barsa has no clue who’s she dealing with. Well, she does, to an extent, but she severely underestimates Trissany. To her extreme peril.
My goodness, what an absolutely amazing chapter.
This entire book/arc is also a really good demonstration of just how freaking effective the Unseen University is. Even without the use of her powers, in unfamiliar and alien circumstances, handicapped by her cover, while set against an array of tough challenges, Jasmine has still been fairly fucking effective. Especially now that she’s hitting her stride.
Consider for a second, how absolutely fucked this situation could have gotten (and could still get) without Jasmine. More relevantly, consider how the Trissany of book 1 would’ve utterly fucked things up.
Keep in mind all this progress has been made only two years into a four year program.
Hats off to Tellwryn.
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Trissiny, not Trissany.
I’m slightly outa it right now.
Actually, I suspect Trissiny is the one who’s about to find out that both Grip and Basra are playing stronger games than they seem.
Let me echo all the squeeing and admiration of badassery, because this chapter is awesome and I was smiling and laughing during the last scene.
I actually believe Basra is on Trissiny’s side, which is weird but makes sense. Basra sees herself as a predator, she respects superior strength. Trissiny being more powerful makes the Sisters more powerful which in turn adds more leverage and resources Basra can use.
The first time Basra and Trissiny met, she was polite and helpful, too.
Sure, Basra is arrogant and believes her knowledge is something the new Paladin should use but she -is- capable and competent in her job. As unpleasant as she is, she’s good to have on your side. Mostly because it’s better than having her as an enemy.
Of course, all this is going to be moot when Principia and Basra do come to blows because that will be Basra’s end no matter what happens. At this point it seems inevitable.
I think Grip is happy because it looks like Trissiny accepted her role as enforcer. Let’s see how happy she’ll be once Trissiny figures out what kind of enforcer she wants to be, I have a feeling it won’t be anything like Grip’s version.
Merry is the last to figure it out. Again. Hehe. 🙂
I hope that Trissiny will sit down with Principia once all this is over and have a long talk, because that scene just now seemed problematic. “…with the exception of Principia, whose face was uncharacteristically devoid of expression.” That line gives me a bad feeling.
I think she’s proud of her daughter, or will be, but right now she was put in her place, and that can’t feel great.
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Two-thirds “atta girl!”, one-sixth “dammit, don’t aim it at me!” and one-sixth “I should have been part of her life sooner”. 😐
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“Squad One function splendidly at a unit” -> Squad One functions splendidly as a unit
“expanded skill set and mindset you are” -> “expanded skill set and mindset that you have”
The second half was so intense! Only noticed these typos because I wanted to reread the last scene immediately.
“She led a force disguised as feeling refugees”
feeling -> fleeing
“Squad One function splendidly at a unit” – This is fine, replace ‘Squad One’ with ‘They’ and you’ll see
Actually both things you thought were typos are fine. In the second you cut off the context: “Not one of your predecessors would even have thought to seek out the expanded skill set and mindset you are [seeking out]”
I agree that it looks awkward how it’s worded, but I would call it technically correct
Smug Meesie is best Meesie. 😀
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Giant tiger-rodent Meesie is the best Meesie!
Nah — sure, that was an awesomely badass vignette. But, Smug Meesie has understated build-up to the pay-off, and that gets my vote. XD
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Yeah, that line about Meesie was a nice touch. You should always pay attention when your animal sidekick acts out of character, it usually knows more than you do.
I loved how Jasmine flaring her aura was immediately followed by her name change. It is so *thorough* – discarding her cover means discarding the name.
Principia, whose face was uncharacteristically devoid of expression.
shes not used to being PROUD.
Agreed with previous statements. This chapter was a JOY. I CHORTLED! i never chortle.
Do you need help cleaning up?
(Wtf is a chortle?)
Chortle is a word created by Lewis Carrol in Jabberwocky that has been adopted by English and Anglophiles. The meaning that has become attached to it is a round thoroughly pleased (and perhaps slightly smug) laugh.
Wiktionary will teach you all the words! 😀
hunh, did not know it was one of the created words for Jabberwocky. there are so many mixed with real uncommon words, I assumed the laughing meaning came first. Think the way the emperor in Star Wars laughs.
Dang, I was hoping my squee would have died down by now but apparently not. Still, let me try.
I’m curious to see what the Tiraan government’s response is too given how they were heavily involved with the divine nullifiers in the first place, and it’s entirely possible this is a joint operation. Imperial intelligence and Darling have both been notably absent in this chapter, probably because this has been mostly ground level stuff, but the weapons are a big question mark. Those are some major players who have a major stake in the proceedings. I wonder if the divine nullifiers also work on top level Ellians and their sneaky aura?
Trissiny brought a lovely smack down that was a joy to watch, and seeing her come into her glory in front of the squad of misfits has been and will, I assume continue to be really fun. But I’m curious about the consequences. I basically read the whole thing as a “I’m not going to explicitly stop your stupid little feud, but don’t sink to base levels, don’t cross lines, conduct yourselves with dignity, and put it the hell aside when bigger problems are on the table.” Which is good–not trying to solve the entire problem herself, but stopping it from getting bad. Her commands to Basra–“don’t cross lines, behave as much as Locke does”–DO still leave a lot of wiggle room.
I’m super all over the map in terms of what I think should happen to Basra and where I hope she ends up. I do like that there’s nuanced discussions of psychopathy. I love discussions that touch on the fact that elves, in contrast to dwarves, might not have everything right, and maybe, indeed, stuck in their ways because of their immortality, and not somehow that much wiser because of it. I love the subversion of the common fantasy tropes without resorting to being just dark and cynical. This story is so, so good at that.
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Darmok and Jelaad at Tenagra
OK, OK, well, that’s what I thought first off when Triss brought that up.
In the Paarfi stories Stephen Brust introduced a character who uses obscure references ALL THE TIME like that, and I’m surprised nobody called them out on the field of honor over it.
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HAH! That was my first thought as well.
And somehow I still hope the ultimate end for Basra will be being smote by Avei. I know it’s unlikely, but one can still dream.
Looking at how Trissiny reacts to Vandro interrupting her is interesting.
She recognises what he’s up to, interrupting her with comments like >“I think I see where this is headin’,” Vandro added, grinning. “Go on, girl.”< subtly undermining her and trying to put himself above her with a condescending pat on the head. Pretty sure this could have come straight out of a PUA handbook.
And she isn't giving an angry feminist response, which would just undermine her, but is instead doing the smart thing by ignoring him and focusing on what's actually important to her right now.
I had been worried this asshole might actually get his hooks in when he first showed up. Not anymore though.
“a good general is the best con artist of all.” Ahn. Either Vandro immediatly deduced that from Tallie’s unwise hints earlier, or he already knew it was Trissiny.
Also, I’m getting the distinct feeling Grip is actually a M in disguise, rather than the obvious S.
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