Shivetya was never
as powerful as Kina but he was a whole hell of a lot faster on his
mental feet. It had taken the sleeping Goddess years to impact the
world outside and create a vast paranoia concerning the Black
Company. Shivetya it took just weeks. It would not have taken that
long had he not reached out for a specific someone with a mind
shell thicker than mine: Shukrat.
The demon was disinclined to connect with Tobo. Tobo had been
his good buddy before but Tobo’s behavior recently hinted at
potentially troublesome character flaws.
Shukrat finally began to get the idea that there might be a
problem causing the prolonged absence of Arkana and her beloved
adopted daddy. Even when she did start to worry, though, she did
not want to leave Tobo. Tobo was less popular with the Children of
the Dead than he was with the Unknown Shadows. The men from Hsien
might not give their utmost to pull him through.
The boy’s health kept suffering one setback after another
complication. The fact that the army was moving would not help his
recovery.
Shivetya could show me the Company’s southward progress.
And did regularly. But I would not look in on Lady. My wife’s
condition was more grim than Tobo’s. There was nothing I
could do about it but it upset me so I just did not go where the
pain was going to get me. Sometimes the blind eye is the least
terrible way of suffering what we cannot make right.
Then there was Arkana.
The little blonde had run off in accordance with her own stated
doctrine. Home to the world of the Voroshk. She used the key we had
brought to enter the plain to make her exit. Because Shivetya was
interested the once shattered Voroshk shadowgate was almost
completely whole again.
In Arkana’s homeworld the war with the shadows continued,
but sporadically. The shadows had been reduced to a tenth of their
original number. The Voroshk had suffered as badly. Their world had
been all but destroyed. Not one in a hundred peasants had survived
an invasion so enthusiastic it is almost impossible to find a
shadow on the plain these days.
Shadows kill. They prefer people but will prey on anything they
run into. Even things you find under rocks. People are smart enough
to figure out ways to get through the night. Not much else can.
The few survivors in the Voroshk world were starving. They had
lost so many draft animals they could not plant. Their livestock
had all been taken, if not by the shadows then by the Voroshk
themselves. The Voroshk had no intention of sharing the common
suffering.
Arkana had gone, had seen, had changed her uncertain mind. This
was not what she wanted. But she had waited too long to turn
back.
She was seen. Family closed in fast. And deprived her of her
post and clothing. She became a prisoner of her relatives, who
began formulating big breeding plans immediately.
The shadowgate disaster had left the Voroshk with few women of
childbearing age.
Arkana got elected to become queen ant for a whole new mob.
She would do what she had to do to survive. She would bide her
time once again. Her uncles had confiscated her key to the
shadowgates but were unaware what it was. And she was not talking.
They were the sort of men who would abandon the disaster they had
created and go coursing off in search of new worlds to conquer. So
much easier than rebuilding.
It was a good thing Shivetya had power enough to will the
shattered gate to heal itself, though that might imply that the
nonfunctional gates had failed because of benign neglect. In fact,
recalling what Tobo and Suvrin had reported concerning their
explorations, all the shadowgates were crippled somehow.
Shivetya did not like anyone very much these days.
I let him know, “I have a couple of things left to
do.” Since my mind was no longer a mystery, he knew what
already. And he did have a little patience left.
A pretty indulgent partner in crime, that old devil.
Shivetya was never
as powerful as Kina but he was a whole hell of a lot faster on his
mental feet. It had taken the sleeping Goddess years to impact the
world outside and create a vast paranoia concerning the Black
Company. Shivetya it took just weeks. It would not have taken that
long had he not reached out for a specific someone with a mind
shell thicker than mine: Shukrat.
The demon was disinclined to connect with Tobo. Tobo had been
his good buddy before but Tobo’s behavior recently hinted at
potentially troublesome character flaws.
Shukrat finally began to get the idea that there might be a
problem causing the prolonged absence of Arkana and her beloved
adopted daddy. Even when she did start to worry, though, she did
not want to leave Tobo. Tobo was less popular with the Children of
the Dead than he was with the Unknown Shadows. The men from Hsien
might not give their utmost to pull him through.
The boy’s health kept suffering one setback after another
complication. The fact that the army was moving would not help his
recovery.
Shivetya could show me the Company’s southward progress.
And did regularly. But I would not look in on Lady. My wife’s
condition was more grim than Tobo’s. There was nothing I
could do about it but it upset me so I just did not go where the
pain was going to get me. Sometimes the blind eye is the least
terrible way of suffering what we cannot make right.
Then there was Arkana.
The little blonde had run off in accordance with her own stated
doctrine. Home to the world of the Voroshk. She used the key we had
brought to enter the plain to make her exit. Because Shivetya was
interested the once shattered Voroshk shadowgate was almost
completely whole again.
In Arkana’s homeworld the war with the shadows continued,
but sporadically. The shadows had been reduced to a tenth of their
original number. The Voroshk had suffered as badly. Their world had
been all but destroyed. Not one in a hundred peasants had survived
an invasion so enthusiastic it is almost impossible to find a
shadow on the plain these days.
Shadows kill. They prefer people but will prey on anything they
run into. Even things you find under rocks. People are smart enough
to figure out ways to get through the night. Not much else can.
The few survivors in the Voroshk world were starving. They had
lost so many draft animals they could not plant. Their livestock
had all been taken, if not by the shadows then by the Voroshk
themselves. The Voroshk had no intention of sharing the common
suffering.
Arkana had gone, had seen, had changed her uncertain mind. This
was not what she wanted. But she had waited too long to turn
back.
She was seen. Family closed in fast. And deprived her of her
post and clothing. She became a prisoner of her relatives, who
began formulating big breeding plans immediately.
The shadowgate disaster had left the Voroshk with few women of
childbearing age.
Arkana got elected to become queen ant for a whole new mob.
She would do what she had to do to survive. She would bide her
time once again. Her uncles had confiscated her key to the
shadowgates but were unaware what it was. And she was not talking.
They were the sort of men who would abandon the disaster they had
created and go coursing off in search of new worlds to conquer. So
much easier than rebuilding.
It was a good thing Shivetya had power enough to will the
shattered gate to heal itself, though that might imply that the
nonfunctional gates had failed because of benign neglect. In fact,
recalling what Tobo and Suvrin had reported concerning their
explorations, all the shadowgates were crippled somehow.
Shivetya did not like anyone very much these days.
I let him know, “I have a couple of things left to
do.” Since my mind was no longer a mystery, he knew what
already. And he did have a little patience left.
A pretty indulgent partner in crime, that old devil.