Weve been thinking of bringing him back, Cetius answered for all. He was the boldest of the Seven Angels and always took the initiative. She was sure hes the one whos put everyone up to this treachery. Our strength would seem to be growing weaker without Ciel.
Serves you right! Alais glared vindictively at Amadeo. The seventh angel was as if he were superfluous in the company. Would his cunning and poise, in time, compensate for the loss of the most powerful of standard bearers?
We carried your standards and assembled the disparate parts of the legion into coherent units, Setius began to pity them. We were your standard-bearers and commanders of your armies. All your orders we faithfully obeyed. You know all our secret talents. Can you do without us from now on? Take us back.
Thats it! They came to serve. And she remembered the moment they turned their backs on her.
It was from him! Not from you! Setius had read her mind. It was from that ugly creature that burned in the fire.
Are we not the same? She was just trying to tease them? Alais frowned. She wasnt sure of anything, but their presence around her made her uncomfortable. One look at them brought to mind the moment they had turned away from their fallen warlord in disgust. From her!
I cant forgive you, Alais spoke for the two of them. It was for the first time. The darkness was spoken from her mouth besides herself.
Why is it not? Weve always been together.
Setiuss marble finger slipped to adjust her unruly curl, and it burned. Steam ran from the marble hand.
It is like the sun! Still! Oh, yes! He exclaimed.
Alais was pleased. So to this day she still burns anyone whose touch displeases her. Cetius had a nip in the bud. The marble toe crumbled to ash before his eyes.
Beneath the angels marble feet the sand crunched, teeming with deposits of hard gems. The desert had become a treasure trove. Alais had long ago realized that the commonplace gold and diamonds, to her, were valued above all else on earth.
But with the burnt creature that had been mistaken for her, the matter was unclear. She herself remembered the moment she had burned. Her skin was blackening and shriveling, and then suddenly it was gone. She rose from the sand as if the fire had not touched her body.
Let us stay with you! Setius flew after her. Though his body had become marble, he could still fly.
You wanted to be alone, Alaïs was reminded again of that moment when they had turned away from her in horror.
We thought you were disfigured, Setius said shamelessly. If you remember, when we followed you into battle, we were only attracted to your beauty. The angels said the world should be ruled by one who is like the sun. And suddenly you were ash instead of sun. Naturally, we were disappointed.
Well, then maybe I should be disappointed that youve become marble?
Its healthier to be marbleized on earth. Weve become stronger. Our touches kill people. Once a man enters our ring, he is destroyed.
I dont care about people, Alais shook her golden curls.
And they care about you and your secrets. You know that some renegade from your armies has begun to teach humans speech and angelic skills. These creatures would have remained as unintelligent as animals if he had not put in them the ability to cut fire, to make iron, to make weapons, even to speak. Because of him, people have become enemies to us.
And who is this renegade? Alais thought feverishly. Indeed, from the beginning, humans were like cattle. They wore no clothes, couldnt cook food. They didnt know about intelligent speech and weapons. Then suddenly these creatures became intelligent. They went from savages to civilized beings. There was clearly a higher being at work here, teaching them all the things only angels knew.
Its either that angel I think is dead, or one who has partially lost his memory and doesnt know what hes doing himself, Alaïs didnt allow for the idea that someone could have deliberately betrayed her. After all, he was betraying himself that way, too. Why create an enemy against race of angels?
We havent identified him yet, or even seen him, Setius answered in a flimsy way, but the wind has been telling us rumors about him.
You shouldnt believe the wind, Alais clenched her hand into a fist and triggered a sandstorm. The wind roared and swirled into a hurricane, but the angel statues stood unshaken. The sand could have swept them upside down. The wind could blow with incredible power, and the living statues did not move an inch. They stood beside Alais, waiting for orders.
To forgive you is to put yourself in danger. Where is the guarantee that you will not betray again? Traitors will always be traitors, Alais said, feeling a slight prick of conscience. The last of the seven angels was special. Amadeo had not participated in the war at all, but barely had his friends been exiled from paradise as he had volunteered to follow them. Apparently, enduring hardship in their company was more pleasant to him than living carefree in heaven. Amadeo looked innocent now, but time would pass and he would become embittered.
Go away! Alaïs was adamant. I dont need you anymore.
But Setius tried again, but in the end he realized that his pleas had no effect.
I never forgive anyone, Alais glanced indifferently at the seven winged statues frozen in the sands in bewilderment. Their faces were astonished. It would be a long time (probably many centuries) before they felt insulted and made plans for revenge. Then she will shatter them into a thousand pieces. She is strong enough. A single punch of her fist would be enough. Alais looked down at her gold-encrusted palm. She could smash the living marble right now. But should she? Let her former standard bearers live and suffer.
Having fallen to earth, many angels have realized that death is a mercy. Most likely, they werent exterminated only to be cast down into the wilderness to continue to suffer for all eternity. It was better for the angels to die, but God invented an elaborate punishment for them. One thing he didnt think of was that Alais benefited from having an army of her own. Even though her legions are burned, they are still strong. With them in reserve, she can do whatever she wants with the land.
If you think the men are dangerous, I will deal with them, she tossed at her former standard bearers one last time.
The seven statues stood on the barchans. The sand was dragging them down. A long time had passed. So much sand came down that the statues were hidden under it, but they stubbornly continued to stand and wait for the Mistress to forgive them. It was not until several years later that they realized that waiting was pointless. Then they flapped their marble wings, shook off the sand, and flew away. Alais stared blankly after them.
Some caravan was caught in their marble claws. Blood flowed across the desert. Somewhere jackals howled, and marble fingers tormented the flesh of men.
You will regret telling us to leave, Setiuss angry thoughts echoed to Alais.
So far, she hadnt regretted it. Without the seven standard bearers, she could get along just fine. Besides, she didnt have a standard anymore. There was nothing left to carry into battle. All the standards had burned away, along with the heavenly appearance of the fallen angels. Their power is no longer beauty, but terror, and monstrous strength.
Setius, Noreus, Doriel, Maestem, Ramiel, Novelin, and Amadeo disappeared behind the desert. This is even better. She needs only loyal warriors. The monsters left with her have proven they can be loyal. So theyre the ones to bet on.
Setius, Noreus, Doriel, Maestem, Ramiel, Novelin, and Amadeo disappeared behind the desert. This is even better. She needs only loyal warriors. The monsters left with her have proven they can be loyal. So theyre the ones to bet on.
The chariots trail of blood
There was more and more gold in the desert. Youd think it was the sunlight that was breeding it. In fact, Alais was playing a game. She picked up handfuls full of sand and let it slip through her fingers. Eventually everything around her turned golden.
Where do you go with so much sand and so much gold? Alais looked around at the vast expanse, gleaming with magical gilding.
Remy understood her question in his own way. He immediately dispatched a company of builders from her demons. Soon a huge palace was erected in the desert. It was made entirely of golden blocks. There was so much gold in the desert that it could be used as building material.
Alais glanced indifferently at the golden piles, columns, and arches. This palace was a faint parody of heavenly mansions. But since heaven was far away, that should be enough.
One could wander the golden halls for days, but eventually Alais grew bored with such a pastime. Sitting under a desert starry sky was far more pleasant than living in a golden palace, as if in a crypt. Black-winged demons nested among the golden pillars. Alais told them to draw signs in the sand around the building to keep travelers from seeing the palace. Gold was too much of a temptation for humans.
Remys gift went unappreciated, but his diligence awakened the builder in Alais. She ordered a cohort of demons to build a huge palace out of sand. The entire structure was supported only by spells. The ceiling and walls crumbled as soon as the magic wore off.
A traveler stopped by the sand palace one day. Alais watched him, lying on the flat roof. The wayfarer couldnt see her, but she saw him. Its so convenient to watch people from above, as if they were insects. Its a good thing people cant fly, or they would know that angels live in the heights.
This is the kings messenger, Remy determined at a glance.
So what is of it? You think I give a damn about peoples ranks and titles?
He comes from the United Realm, Remy said, his eyes tensing. For a moment there was the thought that he was going to run down and tear the ambassador apart.
Yes, I remember, the Upper Kingdom and the Lower Kingdom united, Alais broke off an ornament from the sand pediment, crumbled it into the sand, and sprinkled the grains of sand down. The sand fell beneath the messengers feet, but he didnt even realize it was a joke of the celestials. He boldly walked into the sand palace.
The country is now called Egypt, Remy reported. He flew everywhere and learned about everything.
What business is it of ours?
If it had not been for your efforts, the Upper Kingdom and the Lower Kingdom would not have joined together, and Egypt simply would not exist.
If it hadnt been for the efforts of Menes,Alais corrected.
But it was you, Madam, who gave him the power.
It was Menes who fell at the deitys feet and began begging for mercy for his state. The merit of uniting the Upper and Lower Kingdoms rests with him. If he had not succeeded in invoking my leniency, I would not have let him win. By the way, how are his lively troops doing?
They have the bodies of men and the minds of your former legionnaires. The combination turned out to be a bad one. Human flesh rots, and the higher mind planted in it is forced to live in decaying remains. The warriors of Menes draw angelic symbols with their blood. These symbols became known as hieroglyphs. They made them into an entire alphabet for humans.
So, even weve taught the humans something, Alais said with a chuckle. Seti, on the other hand, told me about some unknowing angel who harms us by teaching crafts and speech to mankind. Have you seen one?
No, maam, Remy scratched the back of his head with his claw. There is none in Egypt, thats for sure. But the warriors of Pharaoh Menes, in whose dead heads you breathed the minds of your dead legionaries, are trying to recreate all the comforts of angelic life on earth. They do it for themselves, but Menes thinks it is your gift to him and his people.
Let him count it! Alais graciously allowed it. I liked him. I do want to give him a gift.
Perhaps you should go and see him.
Not now!
The Pharaoh has become dependent on his dead armies, but that has not broken him. Menes thinks like you now and waits for you. But his people, on the other hand, live in terror of the warriors rotting alive.
The people must be kept in fear, Alaïs leaned over the parapet of the roof and looked down. Get me the head of the kings messenger. I dont want him wandering around here.
Remy wanted to dive down, but it wasnt necessary. The sand walls crumbled, burying beneath them the man who dared to enter a palace made of sand. It was meant to be. This palace was built for the angelic race. Man is not welcome inside.
Alais flew down, shoveled the sand, and looked over the corpse. The kings messenger had already managed to suffocate. Sand had clogged his nose, mouth, and ears. A strange bundle was found on the envoys chest. Alais turned it in her hands and unfolded it, the royal seal glittering underneath.
This is called papyrus. Or is it parchment? Remy scratched the back of his head with a black claw. I think people call it something like that.
Dont give a damn about people! Do you even know a subject other than them?
Humans breed faster than fleas. But angels dont know how to breed.
Ill think of a way, Alais thought of the dead armies of Meneses, who had managed to inhabit the bodies of the dead warriors of her angelic legion. Using human flesh could give the dead angels temporary shelter. Even though a dead human body decays, it can be lived in.
On the messengers scroll was written, For the desert deity.
It must be for you, Remy suggested.
The Egyptian hieroglyphics were indeed like angelic secret writing. Alais read it without difficulty:
I have won! Thanks to you! Let me offer you praises and build a temple for you. Appear to my kingdom. Gardens and lotus ponds are spread out for you alone. My palace is prepared for you.
Alais pulled the ends of the message too hard and accidentally tore the scroll.
Pharaoh must have thought my interest in him too personal.
And it wasnt? Remy looked at the scraps puzzled. You helped him, after all. And other people you just killed. Kings and peasants alike all are equal to angels.
How can I tell you? Alais didnt know whether to speak or whether admitting it would undermine her reputation in the eyes of her subordinates. Menes was like me the day I rebelled in heaven. Of the two of us, at least he made it to the final destination. Thanks to me! It felt so good to meet my twin in the desert and help him. It was as if I had helped myself. But I didnt need Meness gratitude.
The desert was full of gold, jewels, and magic. Why did she need gardens and lotus ponds? All it took was a pinch of magic to turn the desert into an oasis. Alais could plant such flowers here that the king himself would envy her gardens. But she didnt need to. The golden desert is more beautiful than all the gardens of the universe.