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“I promise to explain everything,” Milanda said a little nervously. Her practiced self-possession was ample to suppress such displays of emotion, but she was in the habit of relaxing her guard when alone with Sharidan—and after the last few days, in which she’d not only not seen him but worried constantly for his safety in the back of her mind, it was an absolute relief to let him see her feeling nervous. “In fact, I’ll undoubtedly have help explaining everything. But…you’ll probably feel the need to spout a thousand questions immediately. Please just trust me, we’ll get there.”
“I will do my best not to act the fool,” he said with a playful little smirk, draping an arm around her waist. She sighed softly, leaning into him. After returning him to the Palace last night she’d had to come back down here and oversee the changes she was about to reveal; they’d had no real time together. By tonight they were both likely to be exhausted. But very soon, he was going to find himself vigorously jumped upon. As if he sensed her line of thought, his smile took on a more roguish note and he shifted his hand to briefly squeeze her rump. “You’ve already broadly outlined the situation. Unless there’s something else I should urgently know before meeting everyone?”
“No…I think you have what’s needed not to be taken by surprise.” The elevator door slid open, revealing the short mithril hallway to the door of the spaceport itself, and she took a deep breath, deliberately settling her expression back to neutrality, before stepping out. “Just…brace yourself.”
“I am never anything but braced, my dear,” he said, and his jocular tone was that of the Emperor, the man eternally in command of himself and his surroundings. It was distinct from the jocular tone of her lover, and at the moment, she appreciated the change. It was the Emperor she needed now.
Milanda stepped forward once more and touched the inner door. It slid smoothly open, and despite her warning, the Emperor froze, blinking in astonishment.
Warm air wafted out of the doorway, accompanied by the sounds of birdsong, chirping insects, and moving water. Milanda paused to smile up at Sharidan before stepping aside, bowing and gesturing him through.
He entered slowly, taking his time to study everything. The mithril was still there, forming the walls, and the basic layout of the short, straight hallway had not changed, but that was all that revealed this was the same place. Now, the floor of the hall had been coated in an undulating mixture of stone and dirt, both decorated by moss, with thick stepping stones forming a path down the center. Just inside the door, a tiny stream chuckled across the hallway, emerging from and then vanishing into small metal devices protruding from the walls on either side. The light, far from the cold purity with which the place had been lit before, was a dappled pattern of golden sunlight, shifting with the movement of trees and branches.
There were indeed, amazingly enough, trees. Small ones, and placed only against the walls so they did not block the view; their branches stretched across the hall above head height, adding decoration without obstruction—though some of the vines and veils of hanging moss did impede the sightline somewhat.
Sharidan paced carefully forward, Milanda on his heels, peering this way and that. The whole ceiling, above the fronds, was apparently a viewscreen, now showing a lightly-clouded morning sky, complete with a sun. All the cells were open, and arranged with a mixture of plants and furniture.
He paused before the cell which for decades had contained the Dark Walker. It was now a tiny grove, with a mimosa tree—or a quarter of one, at least—sprouting in one corner and dipping its fronds over the space. A stone fountain rose from the center, with matching stone benches along two walls and lining the third, a bookcase in the elven style, laden with volumes made from materials which would withstand all the moisture. They were in modern Tanglish, but none were books which had been read on this planet in thousands of years.
“Fabricators,” Milanda mused, drawing the Emperor’s attention. “It takes a lot of power to produce this much material, especially with so much of it being living. But apparently the whole complex is rigged with them. It seems it was fairly simple to set up a—”
“Hiyeeee!” A pink-haired figure skipped into view around the corner up ahead, waving exuberantly even as she scampered forward and launched herself onto the Emperor in a flying hug. “Sharidan! Hi hi hi! We missed you!”
“Mimosa!” he replied, squeezing her back before holding her at arm’s length by the shoulders. “Why, look at you! I like it, you look very sharp.”
“Don’t I, though?” she simpered. “I mean, it’s a little uncomfortable and I’m starting to get tired of it but dang am I pretty! Akane says it’s called a kimono, and apparently there are a lot of rules about wearing them.” Her expression suddenly fell into a scowl. “She’s all about rules. I guess you’ll find out pretty soon. Oh, and by the way, I told you my name is Tris’sini, now.”
“Oh?” He tickled her lightly under the chin, grinning, and Milanda allowed herself a small sigh. “I’m sorry, pet, I thought you were joking about that. You do realize there’s a paladin with that name, right?”
“What?” She gaped at him in disbelief. “A paladin? But…but that’s someone famous! I can’t go around calling myself…oh, pooh.” The dryad stomped a foot childishly. “How come nobody tells me anything? Milanda, you knew about this, didn’t you?”
The newly-decorated erstwhile cells had the doors open in their transparent barriers, but the barriers themselves were otherwise intact, and one now lit up with the figure of a bald man formed of purple light.
“In all fairness, Mimosa, everyone has been very distracted by the events going on. I’m certain nobody intended to keep you in the dark. Your Majesty.” Shifting his visage to face the Emperor, he bowed politely. “It is a pleasure to see you as always—and a relief, this time in particular, to find you in good health.”
“Thank you, Avatar, it’s something of a relief to be in good health,” Sharidan replied, nodding in return. “And it seems a welcome back is in order for you, as well. I like what you’ve done with the place. I never realized before now how dead it all felt as it was.”
“It was really dead,” Mimosa agreed, nodding.
“Thank you, your Majesty, but I cannot take credit for the décor. The current design was crafted to suit dryad sensibilities, as it seems this will be their home for some time to come.”
“And dryad sensibilities are a bit of an issue, when there are three of them to consider,” Milanda added wryly. “Don’t get attached to the scenery. Something tells me it’s going to be different every time you visit, depending on who comes out on top on a given day.”
“Ugh, tell me about it,” Mimosa agreed, rolling her arms. “Those two. No taste at all! Hawthorn wanted it to snow. Can you imagine?”
“I can barely imagine what I’m seeing now,” the Emperor said frankly. “Can you make it snow?”
“Hey!” Another head appeared around the corner, this one crowned in patchy green and white, and wearing a scowl. “You lot about done chattering back there? There’s some kind of meeting you’re apparently late for, and believe me, this one doesn’t need to get any grumpier. She’s no fun as it is.”
“Indeed,” Milanda said more smoothly, tucking her hand into the Emperor’s arm, “everyone will be delighted to see you back safe and sound, but we have a very important guest who should not be kept waiting.”
“You are quite right, my dear,” he replied. “On to the little world, then?”
“Actually, no,” she said. “The other way at the turn. I’m afraid you won’t be able to visit the little world anymore.”
“Yeah!” Mimosa said cheerfully. “That’s how come we made this place dryad-friendly, everybody had to get moved around cos—”
“A-hem!” Hawthorne barked.
“We’re coming, Hawthorn,” Milanda said with amusement. Sharidan ruffled Mimosa’s hair affectionately as he stepped past her, eliciting a girlish squeal.
Hawthorn waited until they nearly reached her, then turned on her heel and flounced back around the corner into the security hub. Sharidan paused at the intersection, glancing back at the teleporter with an eyebrow raised, before turning to examine the new doorway—which had been a blank wall every time he had been here before. The teleporter itself was unchanged, though climbing vines now decorated the walls all around it, but the other door had been framed by stone columns which looked ancient and worn, despite being only a few hours old.
Even Milanda had to gaze around appreciatively as they entered the hub. It had been cleaned up, of course, all the clutter strewn about its floor packed away, but that was only the beginning. Every wall which was not a viewscreen had been coated in intricately carved stone, with the screens active to show a panoramic view of the surroundings of Tiraas itself, as if this room now hovered high above the center of the city. To the upper walkway circling the room had been added stone columns and a low, sloping roof with tiles in the Sifanese style; the floor in the main area was divided into paths and sections of gently undulating grass, themselves laid out with either stone garden furniture or raised beds in which beautiful profusions of flowers thrived.
The computer screens in the center were as before, but their housing had been decorated to resemble a temple altar, crafted from intricately carved white marble. Even the chairs had been replaced; the new ones hovered, rather than rolling, and were each positioned in front of one screen instead of tossed about chaotically, their design a simple wooden style adorned with red silken cushions. Of the clutter which had bedecked the room, all that remained was the katzil’s suspension tank, itself now banded in carved and whitewashed wood upon which flowering vines clambered, making the whole thing resemble an arbor with a frozen demon sleeping in its center.
The ceiling itself was a screen, it seemed. The view of the sky was uninterrupted and fully realistic; there was even a light breeze. Had she not known how far underground they were, and seen this technology before, Milanda would have firmly believed this to be an outdoor space.
Apple was sitting off to the side in one of the new chairs, giggling to herself and spinning in circles, but after a quick glance in her direction, Milanda and the Emperor fixed their attention upon the figure standing in the center of the path ahead, just in front of the main computer station. They both bowed politely.
She was surprised when Akane bowed back, but apparently an Emperor was a thing which demanded certain courtesies, even from an ancient demigoddess.
“And you must be Akane-sama,” Sharidan said. “I am deeply grateful for the aid you have given Tiraas in our time of need. Sifan is truly a beneficent and most cherished ally of the Silver Throne.”
“I am pleased to have been of assistance, your Majesty,” she replied, smiling politely, “and have quite enjoyed my time here. I do not, however, speak for the Queen, or for my sisters. It pleases me that you regard our homeland so warmly, but in this matter, I represent only myself.”
“I assure you, our regard for your country is in no way diminished by that consideration,” he said, “but I thank you for the clarification. That being the case, my gratitude to you, in particular.”
“Okay, okay,” Apple said, listing dizzily in her seat and bracing one foot against the floor. “You people and your manners. Don’t we have actual stuff to talk about?”
“Apple,” Akane said simply, not even glancing at her. One of her pointed ears swiveled in the dryad’s direction, however, and Apple actually cringed, scooting her floating chair a few feet further away from the kitsune.
“You see what I mean?” Mimosa muttered from behind them.
Milanda cleared her throat and stepped forward. “I see no harm in exchanging courtesies, but why don’t we involve everyone who has a stake in this conversation? Avatar, if you would?”
One of the computer panels, untouched, swung outward upon unseen hinges and extended itself, till it resembled a free-standing floor-length window. The purple image of Avatar 01 appeared within, bowing first to Sharidan and then to Akane.
“Gladly. Welcome to the new center of administration for the system governing the Hands of the Emperor, your Majesty. I am certain you must have many questions. We shall, of course, endeavor to explain everything to your satisfaction.”
“To begin with,” Akane said smoothly, “you have already noticed there has been a…shuffling of living quarters.”
“Quite,” Sharidan agreed. “I understand this facility is actually the natural habitat of the Avatar. It had been my impression that he couldn’t be removed from the dryads’ little planet without shutting down the whole system, however.”
“Your impression was correct, your Majesty. And indeed, we were forced to temporarily deactivate the system in order to reboot it, and add some protections to prevent another incursion like the one it recently suffered. My restoration to the central systems of the facility enabled us to keep those to a minimum; with a functioning Avatar governing the computers, any attempt to hack into our system will be summarily rebuffed. I must acknowledge that some components of the previous iteration of this system were features I designed at least in part to limit the ambitions of its human components—including my own isolation and inability to make…improvements.”
“I definitely see the point in that,” the Emperor mused. “If improvements were possible, my mother would never have given you a moment’s peace.”
“Indeed, I observed that her Majesty could be quite persuasive. It seemed most prudent in the short term to orchestrate a state of affairs in which her persuasion was irrelevant, to be possibly revisited with a future heir.” The purple man in the window smiled disarmingly. “And thus, here we are.”
“Girls, do not hover in the door,” Akane said firmly. “This discussion concerns you as well. All the way in, please. Your Majesty,” she continued, turning to Sharidan, “the Avatar raises a pertinent point. We have re-started your Hand system almost entirely as it was, or as close to its previous state as we could arrange. Its somewhat organic nature meant a precise copy was not possible, but the difference should be negligible. The only significant alteration we have made, aside from re-shuffling the living quarters here, has been to build in the possibility of further alterations—if all relevant parties are agreed that they are necessary. And with that, we should include the other individual who shall have a say. Avatar?”
“Activating the link now,” he replied, and indeed another computer screen swung forward and expanded. A moment later, its transparency solidified into an image that appeared to be outdoors upon a sunny hill, with a lean figure dressed in black in the center of the frame.
She had been half-turned, staring into the distance, but upon the screen’s activation shifted her attention to it. Something about being displayed on a viewscreen highlighted the unnatural look of her, the heavily stylized shape of her features. Pictured thus, she actually looked more like a moving doll than a person.
The Emperor took one step forward, his attention fixed on the screen. “Ah…at last. I understand from Milanda that I have you to thank for a great deal of her success here…Walker.”
“Your Majesty,” she said, sketching a sardonic little bow. “I understand from Milanda that you firmly instructed her to keep me in that cell. I hope you are not too disappointed.”
“I never imagined I would one day find myself saying this,” he replied, “but I’m very glad to see you well. It always bothered me, having to see you confined in that tiny space.”
“It bothered him,” Hawthorn muttered scornfully. Mimosa shushed her frantically even as Akane shot a flat look in their direction.
“I believe you,” Walker said simply, her porcelain face impassive.
The Emperor tilted his head slightly. “If I may ask…where are you?”
“Where do you think I am?” she asked mildly, amusement entering her tone.
“Walker,” Milanda said reproachfully, “there’s no need to be obstreperous.”
“Need, no. It’s not as if I have so very many ways to amuse myself.”
“You have the entire catalog of information and entertainment archived in the Order’s files, Yrsa,” Akane retorted. “Don’t be needlessly difficult. And don’t worry, your Majesty, we have definitely not released her into the world. Yrsa’s condition is no fault of her own, but it means that for the safety of all people and living things, she must be contained. We simply found a kinder prison for her.”
“…the dryads’ world,” he said slowly, studying the screen in which Walker was displayed and prompting a grin from her. It was barely apparent, due to the narrow field of view and the fact that half of it was taken up by the metal construction of the nexus, but the horizon behind her was strongly curved, as if she stood atop a hill…or upon a very tiny planet.
“The teleporter has new security measures installed,” Milanda said, nodding. “She can’t come through it, obviously. The only people who can are those with protection from her death field effect.”
“Her sisters!” Apple said brightly, waving at Walker.
“And the Hands,” Akane added with a little smile, “and Milanda. She has access to the machines and database, she has the possibility of visitors now. And she has an entire world of her own upon which to roam, albeit a small one. With its installed fabricators, her ability to alter the landscape is nearly limitless.”
“Which is how come we got to re-do the halls up here,” Mimosa said. “It’s a little more cramped, but they’re opening up some of the rooms for us to explore and the fabricator thingies can make it nice and natural, so this isn’t so bad! We can still visit our little world, but honestly Walker needs it a lot more than us.”
“I was getting tired of it anyhow,” Hawthorn said dismissively.
“As prisons go,” Walker said, now smiling widely, “it barely even is one. This is a happier ending for me than I could have asked for.”
“It’s hardly an ending,” Milanda replied, grinning back.
“Indeed,” Akane said more solemnly. “Your Majesty, there is one more thing to bring up before we discuss the future. While resetting the system, we neutralized an intrusive feature which had been activated ten years ago.”
“Records show conclusively that this was done remotely,” the Avatar added, “from Fabrication Plant One, which now lies off the coast of a modern city Milanda identified as Puna Dara.”
Sharidan’s eyes narrowed. “Oh? What sort of intrusive feature?”
“It piggy-backed upon the energy field governing the Hands to suffuse the residential wing of the Imperial Palace above with the diffuse essence of an engineered plant called silphium.”
“Sylphreed, in more recent parlance,” Akane added.
The Avatar nodded. “It was named for a plant known to have existed on Earth, the world of the Infinite Order’s origin and humanity’s, which was recorded but had been consumed into extinction long before space flight or biological engineering were developed. The plant was an effective contraceptive, and it was for this purpose that the Order created modern silphium. It is a transcension-active lifeform, making it particularly useful for the purpose of this invasion. Its essence was quite amenable to diffusion through a non-physical medium in this way.”
“This intrusion,” the Emperor said quietly, his face having gone blank, “caused the infertility of every woman in the Palace?”
“That would be its effect, yes. Access to the fabrication plant has since been blocked, and there are no further records—and none which identify the perpetrator, except that they logged into the system under Scyllith’s identification. Akane assures me that her personal involvement in this is highly unlikely.”
“Entirely impossible,” Akane scoffed. “Scyllith could be subtle, but we know very well how constrained the remaining Elder Gods are by their condition, and what the Pantheon did to the phenomenon of ascension itself. Either of them taking personal action would be noticed. Scyllith does, however, have a substantial cult of her own, and it would perhaps be naive to assume they are as effectively barred from the surface as Themynra’s drow would have us believe.”
“I thank you from the bottom of my heart for this,” Sharidan said quietly, frowning.
“It was the least we could do,” the kitsune replied with a polite little smile. “Frankly, to leave such an obvious assault upon Tiraas in place would have been an overtly aggressive act. Bearing you no ill will, we could hardly have done such a thing.”
“I’m afraid investigating it will be up to us, now,” Milanda added. “Though even finding an old Infinite Order facility in Puna Dara will be…well, difficult, to put it mildly.”
“Obviously it’s accessible,” Walker said, shrugging. “Or was ten years ago.”
“So…the effect is over, then?” Sharidan asked, directing himself to the Avatar. “There will be no more infertility?”
“I’m afraid the effects will linger upon all who were subjected to it,” the Avatar said apologetically. “Any woman resident in that part of the Palace will find it difficult if not impossible to conceive for at least another year. There should be no lingering health effects apart from that; even if one happened to have a silphium allergy, the nature of this diffusion would not trigger it. Normal fertility will restore itself over time.”
“In the meantime,” Akane said, her tail twitching once, “we have the present, and the future, to discuss.”
“Indeed,” the Emperor replied, turning to her with a respectful nod. “It seems odd, at this juncture, to speak of trust—you have assuredly proved your goodwill, Akane-sama. These are, however, some of the most central and precious secrets of the Empire.”
“In fact,” the kitsune said with a vulpine smile, “secrets of a most…particular nature. As we have seen, the Hand system is close to the core of Tiraan government, but not essential to it. If the Hands are corrupted, great danger and disruption ensues—but if they are shut off, the Empire will not fall, nor suffer unduly, as evidenced by your instruction to Milanda to destroy the system if she could not repair it. Our improvements should make it impossible for a repeat of this incident to occur; we shall not have to worry about further corruption. And the prospect of terminating the system would only deny the Silver Throne one of its favorite assets, without threatening the integrity of the Throne itself.”
“Is there a particular reason,” Sharidan asked lightly, “we should consider the possibility of the system being terminated?”
Milanda drew in a deep breath. “I set her on this line of thinking, your Majesty. It was necessary to gain her help…and her trust. Anyone who can shut off the Hands has power—not to destroy the Throne, but to ensure that its occupant must listen to them. And…in all honesty, I would not have done this if I thought that an unacceptable compromise. But I believe, honestly believe, that having an outside power who can command the Throne’s attention at need is good for it.”
“I don’t know much about your style of governance, obviously,” Walker interjected, “but when it’s come up, I keep hearing one theme over and over. Milanda may be biased, but she thinks you are a very good Emperor.”
“That is gratifying to hear,” he said, smiling at Milanda and taking her hand.
“But,” Walker continued, “you’re only one Emperor. There will be another after you, and another after that. And they aren’t all going to be good ones. There was that braying jackass who caused the Enchanter Wars, for example.”
“I hesitate to delineate rulers into such simplistic categories as ‘good’ and ‘bad,’” the Avatar added, “but the point stands: a country will have many governments in the course of its existence, and their various incarnations are not equal. I have already demonstrated, I believe, that you are best related to in an entirely different manner than your own mother, your Majesty.”
“If I may?” Sharidan held up a hand. “You don’t need to persuade me. In point of fact, I find this line of thought reassuring. Especially since we do not yet know who will take the Throne after me. The question I have is the nature of the power you propose to wield over the Throne. Who shall have it, and what they plan to do with it.”
“In short,” Akane said pleasantly, “those of us you see here. And to answer your other question…that remains to be seen. For now, upon reviewing your foreign policies, I find nothing so objectionable that I feel the need to exert influence upon Tiraas. In the future, though…who knows?”
“We have, in essence, created an informal council,” said the Avatar almost apologetically. “Those here are codified into the system, either as individuals or as offices which can be occupied by other individuals in the future. The occupant of the Silver Throne, obviously. Myself, by necessity. Walker, as an outsider bound by this facility but not beholden to Tiraas, and well acquainted with the systems here. Akane-sama, or another kitsune she designates, should she decide to do so. The three dryads present. And finally, this has required that we make Milanda’s position a permanent feature of the system—a Hand of the Emperor, in effect, but not bound to the same network as the others. One less constrained.”
“I like it,” he said, smiling at her again, and squeezing her hand. “You know, I find I like this idea a great deal. The…Left Hand of the Emperor.”
“That was easier to work into the system,” Akane said offhandedly, “because, unfortunately, we lost one in the reboot process. I apologize, your Majesty, but I could not find a way around it. One of the nodes in the network was isolated behind some kind of barrier—something arcane in nature, but fiendishly complicated and whose origins and structure I couldn’t analyze.”
“I see,” Sharidan said, frowning. “When you say lost…”
“I cannot be sure what that means, exactly,” she admitted. “He might now be separate from the system, as Milanda is, either with or without powers. It’s more likely, I think, that the reboot simply killed him. I’m sorry; I tried to reconnect him to the system, but whatever he’s behind warps space and time itself. I couldn’t penetrate it while restoring the entire network.”
“Thank you for letting me know,” he said gravely. “I’m already in the process of calling roll, as it were, but with so many of my Hands scattered across the Empire, that will take time. Now I at least know not to panic if one fails to answer.”
“With regard to our future,” the kitsune continued, “I do have a few considerations upon which I must insist, concerning your continued access to this facility. We are opening more of it, simply because the currently opened parts are not very spacious, considering they will have to serve as the residence of three of my youngest sisters. However, this will be done slowly, piecemeal, and with great care, and I intend to clear anything dangerous we discover into storage and use the space as only that: space. The fabricators will serve to support the facility here, and that is all. I have already had the Avatar seal off the teleportation array, since you have mages to fulfill that need anyway. There shall be no dissemination of Infinite Order technology into the world above. Pursuant to which,” she added, directing her stare at Milanda, “I believe I overheard that Lord Vex is currently in possession of an Order communication earpiece. That will be retrieved and stored.”
“May I ask why you are so adamant about this, Akane-sama?” Sharidan inquired. “Milanda has told me only the very basics, but it seems the world could learn a great deal from the information stored here, if not the technology itself. And after all, isn’t this the legacy of humankind? Don’t people have a right to this knowledge?”
It was Walker who answered him. “In eight thousand years, you have made less progress than your ancestors on Earth did in half that time—and that is not necessarily a bad thing. By the time the Infinite Order left Earth, the planet was practically in ruins. Its climate thrown into chaos, nearly eighty percent of its native life forms extinct, all caused by the reckless use of technology. Cities abandoned, sunk beneath the ocean, reduced to rubble by fighting over the few remaining resources—”
“Yes, it was a great big mess,” Hawthorn said impatiently. “Walker, you’re drifting into a monologue again. We talked about this, remember?”
“She loves to explain things,” Apple added to the Emperor in a stage whisper. “Get her going and we could be here all day.”
“The point is,” Walker said with some irritation, “it was an open question among the Order whether humanity could be trusted with its own technology. They never came to a conclusion—though, in fairness, they had ceased discussing such matters long before they were brought down. Points could be made either way. For my part, I support Akane’s decision. The fact that your relatively primitive society hasn’t utterly destroyed itself shows you are already better off than your ancestors.”
“There also is the fact,” the Avatar added, “that the technology being developed now is based upon transcension fields, which necessarily limits it to this world, as well as directly involving ascended beings who can serve as a further check upon the human race’s self-destructive impulses.”
“I see,” the Emperor said quietly.
“Beyond that,” Akane said, smiling languidly, “I’m sure we can discuss any future changes you wish to make—and any concerns the rest of us may have. For now, I’m sure you are eager to return to the running of your Empire. I, for my part, wish to spend some time re-acquainting myself with my sister—and becoming acquainted in the first place with my three new sisters. You may rest assured that my presence here will not in any way disrupt your government, or your life.”
“Yeah,” Hawthorn said challengingly, as the other two dryads clustered next to her, “we’ve decided we’ve hidden away down here long enough. Now that we have all these resources, we’re gonna get ourselves educated.”
“Quite so,” Akane said beatifically. “They are wild spirits, but I have already grown very fond of them. Soon enough I can teach them—”
“Whoah, no, you don’t,” Hawthorn said grimly.
The kitsune slowly turned to face her, one ear twitching. “…I beg your pardon, Hawthorn?”
“Now, that’s not actually a ‘no,’” Apple said hastily. “I really do want to learn about your culture and stuff. I mean, it’s Mother’s culture, and let’s face it, she’s not gonna teach us anything. But not just that.”
“Girls, believe me, I know what’s best for you,” Akane stated. “In time, you will appreciate—”
“In time,” Hawthorn snapped, “after nobody but you has had a say in our education, we’ll think and do whatever you decide is right. Yeah, that’s not happening.”
“Walker’s gonna show us stuff from the files!” Mimosa said brightly. “History and knowledge and…uh, lore, and stuff! They’ve got everything in these machines!”
“Plus,” Apple added, “Sharidan, could you send us…books? Things from Tiraas? We’d like to learn about the world as it is now, too.”
“Why, I would be only too glad to, my dear,” he said gallantly. “I’ll get to work on starting a library for you right away. In fact…how would you girls like some newspaper subscriptions?”
“Oh, we’d love that!” Mimosa bubbled. “That sounds awesome! What’s a newspaper?”
Akane, meanwhile, had spun to face the screen, her ears flattening backward. “Yrsa.”
“You’ve always been so clever, Akane,” Walker said in a fond tone. “And you have always failed to consider that other people might be, too. I’m so glad to see you again, and have you around. I really do love you, y’know? But they’re my sisters, too.”
“Surely,” Akane said in a more careful tone, “you realize that letting them get into the archives willy-nilly—”
“And also,” Walker continued, still smiling, “no, I will not be helping you gain majority control of this little council, sister. Milanda is my friend. And in fact, I think well of Sharidan, there, too. He tried to be as kind to me as he could—me, the horrible death monster he was forced to keep in a cell. That tells me what I need to know about him.”
Milanda cleared her throat. “This does not mean we value your contributions one whit less, Akane-sama. In fact, if you are amenable, there is a great deal I would love to learn from you, myself.”
The kitsune stared at her through narrowed eyes, then shifted to rapidly peer at Walker and the dryads in succession.
“There, see?” Mimosa said, wearing a dopey smile. “Everything worked out for the best!”
“Oh, everything isn’t worked out, just yet,” said the Emperor, again taking Milanda’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “But I think we’ll find we can all work together.”
34 thoughts on “12 – 61”
There we are. Sorry this is a bit tardy; had a distracting day, and then the chapter itself ran longer than I anticipated.
I have thoughts and things I wish to discuss with you guys, but I’m wiped, and have to work tomorrow. Gotta go get some sleep, but I’ll check in soon.
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That moment when sending someone to Suffering has the unexpected side effect of killing them.
Poor Telwyrn and hwr accidantel kills.
On another note, great chapter and I liked the way they grew in character. =)
Meh, I have a feeling this is more of a “Dude in suffering iss not fixed, he’s still axe crazy” type of set up, and that’ll be fun when it pays off.
I admit, I’m pretty curious if Tri–er, Jasmine, took part in the thieve’s guild operation. Seems unlikely, but she showed a few big leaders she’s capable of setting up strategic calls in chaotic situations, and she’s certainly adept at handling herself in a fight.
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I doubt the guy is dead. Cut off from the network, sure. But that either set him free or simply took away his powers, nothing more. I believe he’s alive and well… and will probably stay in Suffering. There are worse place for his retirement. 😉
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Just based on what I’ve seen of D. D. Webb’s writing . . .
He’s not dead, he’s still in Suffering, he’s *not* going to stay there forever, and he’s probably going to be in a rather bad mood when he gets out.
Warning: this entire post is speculation of the most ridiculous kind!
–not only is he alive, he almost definitely still has his Hand powers! And now he’s more certain than ever that society would be just fine if everybody would just follow the GODSDAMN RULES and he’s MAD and gunning for Tellwyrn and her whole rule-breaking University!
Or maybe his stay in Suffering has mellowed him and he’s learning to play blues guitar
Maybe he lost his powers and he has to complete a quest to get them back. He has to track down the world’s hottest and most dangerous dryads, then seduce them into bed with him. All of them. At. Once!
As the late Philip J. Fry said, “I never thought I would die this way, but I’ve always really hoped!”
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Oh, that poor guy on Suffering, I hope he didn’t die. That’d ruin the effect Tellwyrn was going for.
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We are still not first. Vote!
Well. This is a wonderful ending to this arc. It feels fulfilling and complete and I feel like everyone involved has grown as a person (or not-person as the case may be).
Let’s antagonize the demi goddess the old fricking gods were afraid of >:^D
If Akane is going to flip out over not having total control of the system better find out now than when they’ve come to rely on the system.
Goddamn that was satisfying. It’s nice to see the dryads and Walker giving the finger to Akane. I mean, she’s badass and all, but the dryads showing an interest in the world is even more so.
End of volume?
You know, knowing Sharidan, and knowing what was done for the Hand’s system to begin with… that sounded like a statement at the end that triggers some 70’s porn music to play.
Meanwhile in paradise island a Hand of Emperor is probably fishing.
– Huh, silphium was indeed a herb that went extinct in the classical era – and apparently had many medical benefits so in addition to their infertility the Emperor’s harem enjoyed relief from indigestion and sore throats.
– Really, the dryads get seats on the council? That could get wacky.
– Walker is very forgiving.
Yeah the clues were there all along for us to make the connection to the IRL silphium, but I guess no one did. I had thought the real one was believed to be a male contraceptive, but looking it up just now suggests I was confused on that point.
This was a great chapter, I’ve quite liked the whole end of arc.
But come on people, this can’t be the last chapter in the arc! There are still questions unanswered, such as what the hell is up with Tellwyrn and Maru? Who’s who and what’s this subtle and/or devious plan Tellwyrn has been working on to combat the Sleeper? Remember, Kaisa telling her to be more devious was part of how this whole thing started!
Yeah, if it turns out that was the real Tellwyrn in the last few chapters than the Maru disguise seems like a Chekhov’s gun that hasn’t fired….
Maru just replaced her for a short time, while she was off collecting all the mages, shamans and warlocks. The Arachne we’ve seen in the past few chapters is the real one. Maru disguised as Arachne only showed up once to chew out Chase.
We’ve always known that Arachne can scheme and manipulate. She simply stopped bothering with it because her direct brute force approach worked just fine for ~3000 years.
She might need some time to make the switch completely but she’s always had the capacity and talent, so I see no issue with her adapting so quickly. Not to mention that she’s a rather intelligent and rational person. 😉
I always considered the reference to silphium so obvious I never thought to mention it… lolwut
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Solid theory, Daemion, but it doesn’t explain Tellwyrn’s change in personality ever since Maru took over. Why is she being nice to everyone? Why is she getting all rah-rah, why is she bragging about doing complex spell weaves (that I suspect the real Tellwyrn could do in her REM sleep)? Or do you believe Tellwyrn ALWAYS did stuff like that?
Tellwyrn’s being nice because she knows it’s important not to aggravate her newly acquired outside assets, both because they could leave and because the impression she leaves on them will change how they describe their experience to people she potentially taps in the future. She’s always been proud of her accomplishments, she’s always been confrontational, and she’s always reacted with violence at the threat of harm to her students. Plus, we can guess she’s back because, as Toby mentioned last chapter, Crystal is back on campus, and Tellwyrn probably doesn’t want her there on her own with agents of the Black Wreath hanging around.
Umm… hmm. I thought Silphium was obvious, but then, ive done a lot of research on old medicinal recipes and alchemy, so….
As to why Tellwryn is nice? the people she is being nice too have all managed to do things lately to earn her respect.
That is a well thought out explanation, filtered through empathy itself. That’s why I don’t believe any of it for a second!
Nice resolution to this arc.
Questions and observations in my mind:
They still don’t know who the Sleeper is, except for the incubus investigator.
Have they truly blocked off all interference in the Hand system, and what will be the Church’s next move if the have? (or haven’t)
Who laid the birth control spell on the palace and why? Have they blocked off interference from that node as well?
Will the Hand on Suffering still be glitched when he gets back or will the system fix him when it gets access to him again? Will they have to deal with him as is if it doesn’t? Can they manually adjust him individually or would it take another full system reboot?
What about the geas laid on Miranda by the dragon? Has Akane seen it even though Miranda can’t say anything about it? If I were her, I’d be stewing over it a lot more unless there were a part of it which kept her from thinking about it much.
I think that the guy in suffering will be a complication, probably an antagonist to Arachne.
Monday’s chapter will be delayed by a few hours to up to a day; shouldn’t be as far as Wednesday or anything this time.
I have it partially done but, and I’m sorry for this being a dumb reason for delaying, I need to go sleep a few hours and come back at this in the morning. I am both overtired and over-heated, both issues which will be remedied by a few hours of darkness. Odd how the winter didn’t inhibit me all that much even when my fingers were stiff from cold, but man, heat just saps the energy right out of you… Anyway. Apologies for the delay. Should be just two more chapters in this book; we’ll be done by Friday if all goes well!
… I uh, I don’t think needing sleep is what you’d call a silly reason webb. Sleep recharges the brain and the body, and lord knows you don’t need to give your body any more stress than necessary. Take time to care for yourself, we’ll be here when you are good to go, don’t worry.
Also, I’ve been loving the way you are handling the threads and tying everything together again. Can’t wait to see which fan theory was most spot on about the identity of the Sleeper.
(If any were, iris was an amazing curve ball imo)
I’m really hoping Akane patched that massive security hole regarding Milanda’s vulnerability to fairy mind control. It’d stretch my suspension of disbelief if she didn’t. That the dryads didn’t think of it was fine, they’re pretty straightforward beings. But kitsune are born manipulators. She had to have thought of it. I’m hoping she patched it and didn’t bother to mention it to anyone because that seemed like just an obvious thing to do.
If she knows about it she might have left the vulnerability as an ace in the hole for council votes since no one mentioned it to her directly.
While that’s possible, if she was that kind of person I’d think Walker would have said something, since Walker knew her well back in the day.
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