Children of Chaos

forty

BENARD CELEBRE

had sensed something wrong about Witness Mist when they first met in the Bull Concourse in Kosord. The feeling had returned this morning, even stronger, when they met again here in Tryfors. It had been growing on him all day. At last he sent a prayer to Anziel that She let him see through the veil, and he had discovered a maddeningly familiar face. So he unmasked her...

Him.

He thought for a heart-stopping moment that he was face-to-face with holy Eriander—Eriander as he had shown Her in Ingeld's mural and Hiddi's idol. The coloring was wrong, of course, and the ghastly cropped ears; he had caught the straight nose, the wavy hair, and the pointed chin very well. But the real horror was the hideous de-sexing mutilation.

"I thought you were dead!" He had modeled the god as a youth of indeterminate sex, but the features were those of his older brother—who should not look like that now, nor sound like that, either. "Oh, Dantio, Dantio! What did they do to you? And what have I just done to you?"

Heartsick, Benard grabbed the Witness in both arms and hugged him as tight as he could. Dantio gasped, tried to break loose, then submitted to the inevitable, hard-put even to breathe in a grip so ferocious.

"How very touching!" said the Werist. "What exactly is that?"

"Don't you sneer, you stupid thug!" Fabia yelled. "Dantio? Really?"

Benard let go and stared at him. Dantio nodded. His eyes were tight shut, his mouth twisted in a rictus of pain. He spun around and hid his face against the wall.

Benard thought, Brute, callous brute! How could I have been so insanely cruel?

It seemed an age before the seer spoke, in a whisper choked with emotion. "Yes, really. You can guess what they did to me, Benard."

Beardless, sexless features, treble voice. Benard glanced at his other brother, the brute killer, and thought, I was the lucky one.

Dantio said, "There are other eunuchs in the... in the cult... We don't make them, but we take them in."

Fabia went to put her arms around him. "I thought you witnessed that Dantio died?"

"I did," the seer told the plaster. "I was going to tell you, truly I was. I wanted to get this all settled first."

Shamefaced, Benard scooped up the veil he had dropped, offered it. Dantio took it without looking around and covered his head again.

"I do think," Orlad sneered, "my duty requires me to warn my liege lord that the Celebre hostages are loose and dangerous. They may even gang up on him! An artist, a girl, and a gelding! He will be terrified."

Fists clenched, Benard strode over. "Shut your foul face!"

"Or what, brother?" Orlad said softly, eyes gleaming.

Caution cooled Benard's rage. Any Werist thug would relish a brawl after an emotional beating like the one Dantio had just administered. This young monster had obviously fought his share and more in the past; dangerous in many ways now, he should be placated. But Benard was too disgusted to try.

"You should have fought sooner, Hero."

"Meaning what, Hand?"

"Meaning that what they did to Dantio is no worse than what they did to you. You didn't fight the foe, you joined him! You believed his lies and adopted his vile ways. You betrayed Florengia."

The kid flushed. "Hold your tongue, artist, or I'll strangle you with it. At least he must have come by his wounds honorably. You're a human puffball, not fighting on either side, blowing in the wind. From now on remember to address me as 'my lord.' I won't warn you again." He stepped over to the table and peered in the wine jug. "Hey, No-balls, how much of this sewage would make me spew just a little?"

Dantio turned, anonymous again. "Impossible to say. Just one mouthful might. Don't go back, Orlad! Please don't go back! They really mean to kill you tomorrow."

Without a word, the Werist splashed some wine into a beaker and raised it in a toast. "To holy Demeter, Who witnesses all oaths!" He tossed it back. "Not bad!" He paused with his hand on the latch and seemed to reflect. "I gave you my word, so I won't report your nasty little treason. I am not an oath-breaker."

"Don't go!" Fabia said.

"Please don't go!" Benard said.

The warrior scowled. "Speaking to me?"

"My lord, if it makes you happy. Please don't go, my lord. We are your family and we want you. Siblings may bicker among themselves, but they help one another."

"You can be chief pallbearer." Orlad walked out, closing the door quietly.

Fabia hugged Dantio again. "What's he planning?"

"Gods know. He doesn't. He's wildly unstable."

"Hardly surprising!" Benard slumped down on the platform edge and put his head in his hands. "He ought to go after Therek and wring his neck."

"He's misguided," the seer said, "not evil. Doing what he's been brought up to respect. Except now they won't let him."

"And tomorrow?" Fabia asked.

"Tomorrow?" Dantio sighed. "He didn't drink very much of the wine. If he has to, he will die to prove his loyalty. But Flankleader Leorth may find he has quite a fight on his paws. Orlad has nothing in the world to value except his prowess as a Hero. He'll be no easy victim." The return of anonymity seemed to have restored Dantio's confidence. He retrieved his distaff and spindle from the floor. "Please forgive my exhibition earlier. I didn't expect so much pity."

Benard did not think he had felt pity, not at first. Repugnance, more like—deliberate mutilation of the human body was a desecration of everything he held holy. He glanced at Fabia, and saw his own guilt reflected. He said, "Brother... I am truly sorry. I should not have unmasked you."

"No, I should have told you who I was... am. I was planning to, just not yet. It was stupid of me to wait."

"Who did it—Saltaja?"

"Not personally. Her orders."

"But all the seers—even you—said you were dead. Even Saltaja believed you."

"No. We never report that Dantio is dead, only that Dantio died. I did die. It is a long and sad story, not for telling now."

"I knew Mist was one of the riverfolk," Fabia said. "But I only considered the women. A Florengian, a man, a slave. No wonder I didn't spot you!"

"It can be handy at times," the seer said in a voice dry enough to empty the Wrogg. "We must make plans. Please, both of you ... will you keep my secret a little longer? Exposing me may confuse the issues we must discuss."

Benard and Fabia said "Of course!" together. He added, "Family secret!," and she said, "Where is Horth?"

"He's here." Dantio chuckled shakily. "Ucr is just a little slower than Anziel at opening jails." He held the door for Fabia. "Bena—those window bars you ... your goddess . .. removed for you—would She put them back, too?"

"She might. Why?"

"Just to upset Saltaja. Petty of me, I'm afraid."

Benard thought about it. "The building must look very unbalanced without them. I can ask."