Midnight Tides
A curious speech, Trull reflected. The wisdom of peasants was rarely articulated in such clear fashion. Even so, claims to truth were innumerable. ‘Unless, Lilac, all the casters and tillers and herders are dead.’
‘I spoke not of ourselves, Trull, but of our tasks. KenylPrah, Edur, Letherii, the selves are not eternal. Only the tasks.’
‘Unless everything is dead.’
‘Life will return, eventually. It always does. If the water is foul, it will find new water.’
‘My mother said she would make use of you, to fashion a path,’ Trull said. ‘How will this be done?’
‘I will be sacrificed. My blood shall be the path.’
‘I did not have you healed only to have you sacrificed, Lilac’
‘There is nothing you can do, Trull Sengar.’
‘There must be. Is there no way of setting you free?’
The demon was silent for a moment, then it said, ‘Your blood can create a new binding. Myself to you, in exclusion of all else. Then you could command me.’
‘To do what? Return to your realm?’
‘Yes.’
‘And could you then be summoned again?’
‘Only by you, Trull Sengar.’
‘You would have me as your master, Lilac?’
‘The alternative is death.’
‘Which you said earlier you’d prefer to slavery.’
‘Between the choices of fighting this war or dying, yes.’
‘But returning home…’
‘That is preferable to all else, Trull Sengar.’
The Tiste Edur drew out his knife. ‘What must I do?’
She turned, frowned. ‘What have you done?’
Her gaze dropped to his left hand, narrowed on the broad, still dripping cut across the palm. ‘I see. Tell me, son, will your defiance never end?’
‘I paid a high price to save that demon’s life.’
‘What of it?’
‘You intended to use him to create your path into his realm-’
‘And?’
‘To do that, you would have to sacrifice it-’
‘The demon told you that? It lied, Trull. In fact, killing it would have severed its link to its own world. It deceived you, son. But you are bound now, the two of you. You can summon it back, and deliver your punishment.’
Trull cocked his head, then smiled. ‘You know, Mother, I think I would have done the same, were I in its place. No, I have sent it home, and there it shall stay.’
‘Where it may well find itself fighting in another war.’
‘Not for me to decide,’ Trull said, shrugging.
‘You are difficult to understand,’ Uruth said, ‘and the effort wearies me.’
‘I am sorry,’ Trull said. ‘This alliance you will attempt with the demon tyrants – what is the emperor seeking from it? What does Rhulad plan to offer in return?’
‘Are you truly interested, son?’
‘I am.’
Uruth shot Fear a glance, then sighed. ‘The Korvalahrai are seafarers. They are reaching into the Kenryll’ah lands via a vast river, and even now approach the heart in a fleet carrying all the Korvalahrai. Rhulad’s power is such that he can divert that river, for a time. The invading fleet will be destroyed in the conflagration. Achieving such a thing would in turn serve Edur needs, as well. In return, we are given more demons for our war, perhaps a minor Kenryll’ah or two, who are far better versed in the arts of battle than their subject KenylPrah.’ She turned to Fear. ‘I will need another demon.’
‘Very well.’
‘And then, a place of solitude.’
Fear nodded. ‘Trull, return to your company.’
As he was walking back to where his warriors were camped, Trull found himself smiling. Lilac’s pleasure, moments before it vanished, had been childlike. Yet the demon’s mind was not simple. It must have known there was a risk that, upon discovering the deception, Trull would summon it back in a fit of rage and inflict terrible punishment. For some reason, Lilac had concluded that such an event was unlikely.
My weakness, so plain and obvious even a demon could see it.
Perhaps he was not a warrior after all. Not a follower of commands, capable of shutting out all unnecessary thoughts in service to the cause. Not a leader, either, to stride ahead, certainty a blinding fire drawing all with him.