In the Ruins (Page 18)
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“Uh,” said Liath, trying to rouse, but they did not hear her and she was so tired. How could anyone be so tired, all vitality drained from them?
“There were markings in the sand, too, but we could not interpret them. Something like this….” A fine scritching eased her back into a dreamy haze. So soothing. So tired.
“I don’t know. I would have to see it for myself. It looks like the track of a boat pulled up on shore.”
“What is a boat? Oh, yes. A wagon that carries you over water. Where might she find a boat?”
“Perhaps it washed up on shore….”
Water, like fire and air, is a veil through which distant sights can be glimpsed by those who do not fear to see. She dreamed.
Sanglant and a ragged army toil through a blasted countryside. He pauses beside a half dozen men in stained and ragged clothing who are digging a grave. They wear the badge of Fesse, its proud red eagle sigil visible despite the dirt.
“Our sergeant, Your Majesty,” says one. “His wound went rotten, all black and with a nasty smell.”
His aspect is so grave, as if the cataclysm blasted him as well, right down to his soul.
“Will we see our homes again, Your Majesty?”
“This poor man will not. But the army will reach Wendar, although I fear our dead men and horses mark our trail for any who seek to follow us.”
“It will be good to shake Aosta’s dust from our feet! We came south over the high passes west of here, Your Majesty. How will we go home?”
“See!” He points toward a place she cannot see, not even in her dreams. “There are the mountains. We’re close enough that you can see them even through the haze. That notch, there, marks the valley that will lead us up to the Brinne Pass. Once we have crossed, we will be in the marchlands.”
Shouts break out everywhere, some frightened and some triumphant, welcoming their return. A yelping call rings down from the sky as if in reply. Horses scream, and Sanglant reins in his gelding with a press of his knees. His lips part as he stares upward at a sight she cannot see, and yet she can feel the gleam of their presence, woven through with magic down to the bone. They fly overhead and on, continuing southeast.
“Where are they going, Your Majesty?” asks the young archer as all heads turn, following the course of that flight.
Sanglant shakes his head, eyes narrowed, and for an instant his shoulders slump, as though he has been defeated. “I don’t know.”
“Will they return?”
“I do not possess foreknowledge, Lewenhardt.” Hearing his own words, thinking them, he smiles sharply and urges his mount forward on the path. “Best be grateful they survived the blast. Best to wonder why they fly toward the heart of the cataclysm.”
She spins upward on the wind and finds herself aloft, flying with griffin wings. Her sight is as sharp as an eagle’s.
Will the magic of Earth fade, no longer fertilized by that rich vitality? Aether is an element like the other four, woven through the very fabric of the cosmos. Surely some breath of aether remains on Earth.
Yet knowledge of the future is closed to her, because she is grounded here. It isn’t even shadows seen beyond a translucent shroud; it is an impenetrable curtain. Only the elementals who breathe and respire in the pure aether can see forward and backward in time. Only God can know past, present, and future as if it is all one.
Did her mother know what fate awaited her? Did she go willingly into that darkness, or did she fight it?
Did she love my father anyway?
I’ll never know.
The landscape skims past below, a blighted roll of dusty hills and tumbled forests. Now and again a village passes beneath her sight, roofs torn off, fences down, dead animals floating in briny pools. With each league as they move southeast the land’s scars grow more noticeable. Trees are burned on one side, those that still stand. The ground is parched and bare. They have turned south and she smells the sea. Waves lap lazily against a battered shoreline. They pass over a ruined town whose stone walls have fallen into heaps. A cockroach scuttles along the stones. No. It is a person, small and fragile but somehow still alive. Then the town falls behind.
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