Nakor laughed. For a man who can travel in time, you had a simple enough means to discover that truth.
Macros grinned. You would think so, wouldnt you? But the truth is I do not have the ability to travel in time, at least not in the fashion youd imagine. Looking at Pug, he said, I remember when you and Tomas came to find me in the Garden, at the edge of the City Forever.
Pug remembered. It had been his first encounter with the Hall of Worlds.
Had I the ability to travel in time, I never would have permitted the trap sprung by the Pantathian Serpent Priests to fling us backwards through time.
Yet you instructed me how to accelerate its unfolding many times, until we reached a point at which time was meaningless, observed Pug.
True, and while I lacked your talents in that regard, I also lacked the skills to manipulate time as the Pantathians had.
In all our encounters with the Serpent Priests, said Pug, we found them clever, but hardly brilliant, dangerous in numbers, but never individually. He mused for a moment, then added, I never considered that the time trap was actually a spell of majestic complexity and required skills beyond their abilities. At least one of those priests was inspired.
All things return to the Nameless One, said Nakor. As he has touched Leso Varen, he must have so done with a Pantathian high priest. There was your inspired genius.
Macros waved his hand. Yes. Had they all had that level of talent, the war would have turned out very different, but other than that one savant, they were always a nuisance at most
Nuisance? interrupted Pug. Tens of thousands died over the course of two wars because of that nuisance.
You mistake my meaning, said Macros. They created chaos, but as Nakor observed, it was the Nameless One at the root of it all.
Macros stood and walked a pace, turned and said, There is so much to tell, and its difficult to know where to begin. He glanced from face to face. Should a question occur to you, perhaps it were best if you leave off asking until I make this following point. He waved his hand in the air, and a globe appeared, an illusion that Pug instantly recognized, for he had used such things to teach students at the Assembly on Kelewan, the Academy at Stardock, and upon Sorcerers Isle.
Consider this globe to be all that can exist, said Macros. Surrounded by the void, it represents all of what we comprehend. He waved his hand and the globe was now banded with shades of grey, from a nearly black band at the bottom to an off-white one at the top. Each layer represents a plane of reality, with the centremost one being our own your own, he corrected himself. As you noticed on Kosridi, its a physical match for Midkemia, as this world is a match for Kelewan.
Kelewan, said Pug. I had no inkling.
Macros nodded. You sit within a garden that is roughly in the middle of the great hall in the Emperors palace in the Holy City of Kentosani, if I remember my Tsurani geography. Theres an affinity between physical creations that I do not pretend to understand it can even be argued that there is but only one physical expression and that the planes are overlays, spiritual realms that actually exist in the same space. Its all very difficult and borders on the abstract debates ordinarily suitable only for students of natural philosophy. But I can appreciate your not recognizing Omadrabar being analogous to Kelewan, because this world has been occupied by the Dasati a great deal longer than Kelewan has been home to humanity.
Were you to rise up to a great height, you would find that while the seas would look familiar far more of this world is covered by construction. He paused. Did you know that given the manner in which the Dasati farm, theyve been forced to include gigantic farming enclaves within the cities, so they can feed the populace?
Macros shrugged. Enough digression. These levels or planes of reality have been stable for well, I guess since the dawn of time and as you see them. He waved his hand, and suddenly there appeared a distortion, as if someone had stuck a long needle through the sphere from the bottom, pushing a small part of each layer upward, until it intersected the layer above. Then came something I can only call the Disturbance.
Pug glanced at his companions, but said nothing.
Macros continued. Like the cause of the upheaval that brought humanity to Midkemia, well never know the cause of the Disturbance.
Nakor grinned. Are they the same?
Macros frowned like an annoyed schoolteacher. If you find out, please let me know. This Disturbance is an imbalance, a pressure upwards from the lowest to the highest realm of reality. Just as the Dasati are attempting to manifest themselves into our your realm, so are creatures from the third realm attempting to rise up into this one.
Youre describing a cataclysm of unprecedented scope, whispered Pug.
Macros nodded. Yes, my friend. The entire fabric of the universe is being rent apart, and we must stop it before it gets worse.
How? asked Magnus quietly.
Macros sighed, a very human sound coming from a Dasati. I have no real knowledge, just intuition, and even that is not compelling. He waved his hand and the conjured sphere vanished. The Chaos Wars appeared to have been an attempt at reordering the balances within the entirety of reality, from the highest to the lowest plane. We can only speculate on what occurred in the other realms of reality, but I suspect balance was restored, else the crisis we face would be even more catastrophic. Weve had no evidence of any interaction between your native realm, the one I used to live in as well, and the one above it, the first heaven.
Because the Nameless One is imprisoned? suggested Nakor.
Most likely, said Macros. So, the chaos comes from the lower realms. His Darkness, the Dark God of the Dasati, is so powerful in his supremacy that whatever incursions from below threatened this plane have almost certainly been dealt with.
If I might ask a question? inquired Magnus.
What? asked his grandfather, barely hiding his impatience at the interruption.
Why here? Why Kelewan and Midkemia?
Macros paused, then said, Not a bad question. He smiled. I suspect there must be a locus somewhere, or loci, where the incursions from one realm to the next manifest first, analogous to the first Tsurani rift into Midkemia, in the Grey Towers Mountains.
Remember, the gods of each realm are local expressions of a much vaster entity, spanning universes. The Nameless One is a manifestation of evil on an unimaginable scale, one that spans the entirety of the universe within which Midkemia resides, a universe of billions of worlds, with countless creatures on them, multitudes having visions of that evil, giving it a legion of guises. Yet, we can assume with some degree of certainty that just as the Nameless One was confined in Midkemia, so he was in many other places, the result of the conflict which seemed to centre on that world.
I expect the further one travelled from Midkemia, the less likely it would be that the history of the Chaos Wars remained unchanged. Remember the sphere? If you were at the extremities the ordering of the planes of existence seemed normal, unchanged. Yet if you were at the point of the incursion, you would be amidst chaos.
You build a persuasive argument, said Pug. But what I wish to know is how this applies to us, finding ourselves here?
Macros nodded and smiled. To the heart of the matter. He looked directly into Pugs eyes. The Nameless One is confined, but as you have witnessed, not without influence, even some power, albeit limited by the other surviving Greater Gods, the Controllers.
He doesnt appreciate the incursion from below by the Dark God of the Dasati. As much as possible, hes working in concert with the other gods of Midkemia to restore the proper order of things.
Were working on behalf of the Nameless One? asked Nakor.
In a manner of speaking, yes, replied Macros. It is my belief that ultimately we all play a part in the Nameless Ones plans.
That plan being? asked Nakor.
Macross expression became grimmer than before. I believe we are seeing a struggle between gods, my friends. And I believe in some fashion we are weapons.
Weapons? echoed Magnus. We are just three magicians and a ? He glanced at Nakor.
Bek may be a weapon. There is little about him that is natural.
There is a prophecy, said Macros. A Dasati lord will rebel against the TeKarana, and prepare the way for the God Killer.
Pug said, You think Bek
Is the weapon, said Nakor. It is almost certain.
What I dont know is if he is the weapon. Macros coughed, fighting back the impulse even as Pug saw his chest tighten and the spasm hit him. When he finished, he said, Even the lowest of the low would attack me if they saw such an overt sign of weakness.
A servant hurried in, and moments later a warrior in the garb of the Sadharin followed. Master, said the servant. Something
The soldier interrupted. Word from Martuch. You must flee. Within the hour the announcement will come from the Palace. At sundown we shall begin a Great Culling.
Macros drew himself up to his full height, his will overcoming his weakened body. You know what to do, he said to the servant. Take only what you must and get our people to the closest sanctuary.
Master, said the servant, bowing his head and running off.
To the soldier he said, Return to Martuch and tell him to meet me at the Grove of Delmat-Ama as soon as he is able. If possible, have him bring Valko and anyone else he thinks will serve. It is close to the time, I think.
The young warrior nodded respectfully, then hurried off. Macros said to himself, Please the gods they survive.
Pug asked, What is it?
Macros said, Get your things. We leave within minutes. The TeKarana has called the Great Culling, and at sundown everyone within the Dasati Empire will have licence to kill whomever they may. All truces are abated, all alliances put aside, murder is the will of His Darkness.
What does it mean? asked Magnus.
Macros looked troubled. It means the Dark God is hungry. It means the usual slaughter of his subjects is not enough to feed him. I fear it means he is ready to begin his invasion into the next realm.
Pug, Nakor, and Magnus exchanged glances. Nakor said, What about Bek?
Hes fine with Martuch, answered Macros. In some ways he is more Dasati than any Dasati Deathknight Ive met. The next night and day will probably be the most fun hes had in his life. I just hope he leaves Martuch alive.
Why wouldnt he? asked Pug.
There are no allies or friends, save those arrangements made in the moment. Martuch and the other Lords of the Langradin will have safe houses and provisions put by close to the Langradin Great House, by habit if nothing more. But for most common people tonight is a bloody game of chance, and the prize is survival. If one can survive from sunset tonight until sunset tomorrow, the usual order will return. They may be bloody rules, but theyre rules.
But for one day there will be no rules. Want something that belongs to your neighbour, take it. Want to settle an old grudge with someone who is too well protected for you to attack, nows the time. Or if youre just ambitious and the death of a few better placed individuals in your own faction, your own battle society, or even your own family would benefit you, sharpen your blades. Every death will be seen as a gift to His Darkness, and every murder a benediction.
Bands of Deathpriests and Hierophants will be on the streets in every town and city. Anyone is fair game. Bands of ravagers will roam the countryside. Anyone with resources will hole up and barricade every door and window, or find a hole to hide in. We, on the other hand will be on the road, trying to reach a bucolic hamlet a days ride south of the city, and it will take us most of the night and day to reach the boundary of the city. He looked from face to face. I have little fear for our safety. Any one of us should have enough skill to defend ourselves from whoever we meet along the way.
But you fear discovery, said Nakor.
Yes, said Macros. For if word of our existence reaches those who know what I am, or who might guess who you are, then the entire weight of the Empire, every resource of the TeKarana and the Dark God will be turned to destroying us.
Pug said, Then let us go.
Macros smiled. Yes, let us go. And if you have a prayer left in you after all youve seen, now would be the time to use it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Empire
MIRANDA LOOKED DEFIANT.
Two members of the Assembly Alenca and a magician named Delkama had just finished conjuring a sphere of illusion, a translucent bubble scintillating with sheets of energy which arced across its surface, sizzling patches of bright gold light and brilliant steel blue. It had slowly expanded and caused more than one usually implacable Tsurani noble to flinch visibly. It was a ward, designed to ensure that no magical scrying could spy upon the proceedings about to commence. Moreover, should anyone be attempting to view the proceedings remotely, they would only see three magicians addressing the Emperor on matters unrelated to what was really being discussed. This elaborate charade was for the benefit of Leso Varen, should he be close by and able to use his considerable power to eavesdrop on the Council.
The other members of the Assembly of Magicians who accompanied Miranda looked alarmed. Despite being among those of highest rank in the Empire, even they were tradition bound to show respect bordering on awe to the Emperor. Yet Miranda stood before the Light of Heaven with her shoulders back, her eyes fixed on the young man, and her expression one of expectation. She had just instructed no, almost ordered the leader of the Empire of Tsuranuanni to say nothing until the protective measure was in place.
Rarely in the history of the Empire had an outlander stood before the Emperor. The chamber of the Imperial High Council was sacrosanct, as was the entirety of Kentosani, the Holy City, and those who had been there were either ambassadors or captive leaders. Even then it was unusual for the Emperor to attend in person, for he was the divine presence, the embodiment of Heavens bounty and a grace to the Tsurani people. Yet so terrible was the message from the Assembly to the Imperial Throne, that Sezu, First of that Name, Ruler of the Nations of Tsuranuanni, took it upon himself to grace the audience and listen in person to the alien womans warning.