Lord of Souls

FIVE

“It looks calm,” Intendant Marall said.

“It does,” Colin agreed. Viewed from atop the walls, the vast waters of Lake Rumare were perfectly turquoise, the Heartlands beyond verdant with field and forest. Only at the farthest edge of sight was the vista blemished, and then because he knew that what appeared to be a distant storm cloud wasn’t.

“How long before it arrives?” he asked Marall.

“Two days,” the Intendant replied.

“And then what?”

“The Emperor can’t be convinced to evacuate, if that’s even possible now. General Takar made a preliminary strike-he took a legion. The Synod managed to spell almost three thousand of them airborne, but some sort of flying daedra killed them all in short order. Other magicks were tried-I’m told over a hundred-with no result. As if they knew in advance what we were going to do and were prepared for it. So now we know a lot about what doesn’t work.”

“Not much time left to find out what does,” Colin said.

“Do you have any ideas?”

Colin hesitated, and Marall caught it.

“You’ve been missing a lot,” the Intendant observed, “and distracted when you’re around. I told you when you began this job that your job wasn’t to think, but we both know the truth is more complicated than that. Sometimes I believe it’s my job to not notice when one of my inspectors takes his own head. I don’t know what you’ve been into, but if you know anything that will help us, tell me now. Or, if you think it best not to tell me-then you should act.”

“Yes, sir,” Colin said. “I’ll think about that.”

“Do so. And here is another thing that might interest you.”

“What is that, sir?”

“I’ve a report from a source that is sometimes reliable that Prince Attrebus was seen at the waterfront.”

“Since it’s been overrun by the enemy?”

“Yes. My source did not see this himself. The story is that Attrebus was abducted, taken away with a bag on his head.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “I know Vel took you off the Attrebus case. I just thought you might be interested.”

“When did this supposedly happen, sir?”

“In the past few days. My source wasn’t clear on it.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Attrebus paced, he tested the bars, the walls, the floor of the tiny cell. He tried to get Sul-unconscious in the cell across from him-to wake up. He wasn’t sure how long he had been doing this.

Finally, exhausted, he sat on the floor and turned the situation over and over in his head.

When he heard footsteps, he lay on the floor and pretended to sleep, but kept his eyes cracked open a bit.

It was Hierem, who didn’t even look in his direction. He walked across the room and into the next. Through the open door, Attrebus saw him stop. Then something flickered, like a spinning, full-length mirror, and he was gone.

Where? Obviously, magic was involved. He’d heard stories about teleportation, but never met anyone who had actually done or seen it. Or he didn’t think he had. It might have been an illusion of some sort-but why would Hierem bother, if he was the only witness?

“Umbriel,” he muttered.

Of course. Obviously Hierem and Vuhon/Umbriel were in contact. He’d assumed it was through some device like Coo, but what if they were simply meeting face-to-face this whole time?

He stood to get a better look; he could make out a red sigil on the floor.

He kept watching, but exhaustion caught up with him. He was on the verge of sleep when a movement caught his eye. Then he saw it was only a rat, sniffing about on the red spot. It cocked its tiny head up, then crouched low to the ground, as if frightened of something above.

Perhaps half an hour more passed, and Attrebus was again having trouble keeping his eyes open, when the light turned again, and Hierem stood there.

But now the rat had vanished. It hadn’t scurried away or been stepped on-he had been watching. It was just gone, as Hierem had been earlier.

He hoped the minister would just pass through, but he didn’t-he stopped at Sul’s cage and touched the bars, which glowed briefly. Then he stepped back and seemed to examine the unconscious man for a few moments.

Sul stirred and then screamed.

“Stop it!” Attrebus said.

Hierem turned and lifted an eyebrow.

“That’s not my doing,” Hierem said. “I’m just waking him up, now that I’ve had some time to secure things. I find it easier to question people in pairs, if you understand me. No, whatever that was about, it’s in his head. But don’t worry, I’ll find some other reasons for him to scream.”

“Hierem,” Attrebus said, “listen to me. There’s still time to change your mind. Whatever bargain you made with Umbriel-”

“If you’re going to keep moving that mouth of yours,” Hierem said, moving toward his cage, “it had best be to tell me something useful. I’ll make it easy on you-I’ll ask a specific question, and you tell me the answer. How’s that?”

“I’m not telling you anything,” Attrebus said.

“Really? Not even your name?”

“What do you mean? I’m Attrebus Mede.”

“Good,” Hierem said, making an odd gesture with his hand.

Attrebus felt as if something had touched him lightly in the forehead, and then his knees gave way as the most absolute pleasure he’d ever felt rushed through his body. He wept in ecstasy and moaned involuntarily, overcome.

Then it stopped, and he realized he was quivering on the floor, aching to feel again what he’d just felt.

“That’s what you get for a right answer,” Hierem said. “Do you want another sample of it?”

Yes! he thought, but he pressed his lips together and didn’t reply.

But it happened again, this time longer. He tried to hold on to his anger and purpose, but it was useless, and he soon surrendered completely, hoping it would never end.

But it did, of course, and he wanted to die.

“Stop it,” he heard someone croak. “His mind can’t take much more of that. You’ll destroy him.”

It was Sul. The Dunmer was on his feet, leaning against his bars.

“We can discuss that, Sul,” Hierem said.

“I remember you,” Sul said. “You were an ambassador to Morrowind.”

“Indeed I was. You have a good memory-let’s put it to use. Why is Umbriel afraid of you?”

“Because I’m going to kill him,” Sul replied.

“Yes, but you tried that already,” Hierem said. “It didn’t work out very well for you. And yet despite that fact, Umbriel is worried by you. Why is that?”

“You don’t know him as well as you think you do,” Sul said.

“No, I don’t,” Hierem replied. “And of course, that concerns me. Everything is aligning-the moment I’ve waited for for many years is coming near. I don’t want any surprises, not from him.”

“Life is full of surprises,” Sul said.

Then he shrieked, and not at all in pleasure-it sounded as though scalding water was being poured on him, except Attrebus couldn’t imagine even that drawing such an agonized response from Sul.

Hierem turned back to Attrebus. “That’s what happens when I don’t get an answer, or get one that doesn’t make sense,” he said.

Attrebus slammed into the bars, reaching with both arms for the minister, but he was too far away.

“Let’s keep it simple,” Hierem said. “It’s not just Sul he’s afraid of, is it?”

Attrebus stood there, panting. Hierem had already guessed that, hadn’t he? That wouldn’t be telling him anything he didn’t know. And if he kept quiet, he would hurt Sul again.

“No,” he murmured, and knew he had done the right thing, as delight once more filled every pore in his body.

“Is it the sword, then? Does he fear the sword?”

Attrebus laughed with joy, but then the sensation was gone, and Sul screamed.

“Yes!” he shouted. Happiness returned, briefly, but then Hierem asked him something else, which he didn’t understand. He wanted-desperately-to have the feeling back, to please Hierem in any way he could, to just have it keep going…

But he couldn’t focus enough to understand the minister’s words. All he could think about was the memory of the feeling, the devastating loss of it. He ground his face against the stone floor, weeping.

It seemed that hours passed before he could form a thought, maybe days. For the first time in his life he honestly wished he could die. The world was a horrible, ugly place, and he wanted no part of it.

“Attrebus,” Sul said. “Attrebus, listen to me.”

He forced his eyes open but couldn’t find the energy to sit up.

“What?” he muttered.

“You’ll get over it. It doesn’t feel like it, but you will.”

“No. He’ll come back. He’ll get me to tell him the rest, and then he’ll kill me.”

“He won’t,” Sul said. “He won’t come back because I told him.”

“Ah, damn you!” Attrebus howled, climbing to his feet, yanking at the bars. “I’ll kill you! That was the only thing, the only way he might-” He broke off in a paroxysm of fury, slamming arms and elbows against the walls, punching them until his knuckles were bloody.

“That was the only thing I had to look forward to!” he finally got out.

“I know,” Sul nodded.

“Why did you tell him?”

“Because he would have kept asking you, and it would have destroyed you. As it is, you’re still able to get angry. That’s a good sign.”

“But now Hierem-You told him about the sword? What it will do?”

“Yes.”

Attrebus sank, trembling, back to the floor. “Then why are we still alive?”

“In case, I think,” Sul replied.

“What do you mean?”

“If things don’t go Hierem’s way, he said he would give us the sword and send us up to Umbriel.”

Attrebus wiped his tears with the bloody back of his hand. “We might still have a chance?”

“We might. He just teleported somewhere, and he didn’t take the sword with him. But you have to pull it together, do you hear? In case.”

“I don’t think I can,” Attrebus said.

“I know you can,” Sul replied. “I’m telling you that you can. So do it.”

Colin returned, as he did each evening, to the room beneath the city. Letine had been gone for five days, and he was starting to believe she wasn’t coming back, so when he saw someone waiting there, his hand went to his knife.

“It’s me,” she said.

He didn’t know what to do. Should he rush over, hold her, kiss her?

“Are you okay?” he asked instead.

“I’m fine. It just took longer than I thought. The countryside was crawling with those things.”

“Did you find anything out?”

“Nice to see you, too,” she said.

“I-I was worried about you,” he said. “I starting thinking-”

“It’s okay,” she said. “Come here.”

“I didn’t find out anything about the diagram,” she told him later. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s probably nothing,” he said. “Just a stupid distraction.”

“What now?”

“I’m going back,” he said. “Back to Hierem’s quarters.”

“Why?”

“I think he may have Attrebus captive,” he said. “It’s a long shot, but if he does-”

“That would certainly be enough for the Emperor to act on.”

“I think I’m past needing to convince the Emperor of anything anymore,” he said. “Umbriel’s nearly here. I’ve got to do something.”

“That’s good,” she said. “That’s great.”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ve got a few things to get together. If I don’t come back-”

“Then I’ll know why. This time, I’m going with you.”

“Letine-”

“If you’re going to do more than sneak around, you’ll need me, I promise you. No arguments.”

He saw her resolve, and knew in that instant he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Okay,” he said. “Are you ready?”

“I think I’ll get dressed first,” she demurred.

Attrebus never heard a sound, but suddenly they were there, gazing down at him, a man and a woman in dark clothing. The woman was a pretty blonde, the man rather nondescript, with brown hair and green eyes.

“Prince Attrebus?” the man whispered.

Attrebus just stared at him, wondering what Hierem was up to now. Had the minister changed his mind?

“Are you here to kill me?” he asked.

“No,” the man answered. “Is Hierem here?”

“He’s not,” Sul answered. “But he could return at any moment.”

“Right,” the man said. “Listen-we work for the Emperor. We’ve come to get you out.”

“There are more than locks here,” Sul informed them.

“I can see that,” the man replied. “Just give me a few moments of quiet.”

The man studied Attrebus’s cell. He closed his eyes, concentrating on something. Attrebus felt the hairs stand up on his neck. After a few moments the man seemed satisfied and touched the lock. It clicked, and the door swung open.

“Who are you?” Attrebus asked.

“I’m Colin Vineben,” the man replied. “If you’ll just come with me, highness-”

“Sul. Get Sul out.”

Colin studied Sul’s cell. “That will be harder,” he said. “That will require time.”

“Take it, then,” Attrebus said.

“If Hierem returns-” the woman began.

“We think he’s on Umbriel,” Attrebus interrupted. “He steps on the sigil in the next room and vanishes. He returns in the same spot. If you wait in there you might be able to surprise him.”

“That’s a good idea,” Colin said. “Letine?”

“I’ve got it,” she replied, padding into the next room.

“Hierem must have really been worried about you,” Colin remarked almost half an hour later, as the last of the wards finally succumbed.

“Not worried enough, apparently,” Sul said. “How did you know we were here?”

“I’ve been watching Hierem for a while,” Colin said. “There was rumor that the prince had been seen abducted, and I thought it was worth looking here.”

“Now what?” Letine asked.

“Now you get the prince back to his father,” Colin said. “I’ll stay here and deal with Hierem.”

“He’ll kill you, Colin,” Letine asserted.

“I’ll get him as soon as he appears.”

“No,” Attrebus croaked. He’d been sitting despondently outside of his cell, but now he stood up.

“Your highness-”

But Attrebus was talking to the Dunmer. “We can get up there, Sul,” he said. “Up to Umbriel, just as Hierem did.”

“He’s got some sort of object with him,” Sul replied. “I think it activates the portal. We’ll have to get it from him.”

“No, we won’t,” Attrebus said. “I think if we stand in the middle of the sign, we’ll go up when he comes back. I saw a rat vanish once, when he appeared.”

“Wait,” Colin said. “Listen to me. If we return you to your father, he can send a hundred men through the portal-soldiers, battlemages-there’s no point in you going, Prince.”

“What if the portal only works for Hierem? What if he’s the only one who knows the magic word, or whatever? We can’t take that risk. Sul, we have to find the sword before Hierem returns.”

“What sword? What’s this about?” Colin demanded, but Sul was already out the door. Attrebus started after him.

“I’ll explain if we have time,” the prince said.

“What if he doesn’t return?” Colin pressed, walking with him. “What if he just stays on Umbriel until this city falls?”

“I don’t know,” Attrebus said. “But I think he’ll be back. You stay here in case it’s sooner rather than later.”

“I think he’s right,” Letine said after they were gone. “I think Hierem will be here when Umbriel reaches the city.”

“Why?”

“Just a feeling in my gut,” she replied. “The prince is determined-let him do whatever it is he wants to do-we’ll wait here for Hierem.”

“The prince is delusional,” Colin whispered.

“You can’t make him go.”

“Sure I can. His father will thank me.”

He heard them returning. Sul was carrying something wrapped up in cloth. It was the size and shape of a sword.

Sul and Attrebus moved to the sigil. Nothing happened when they stepped on it.

“Can you open it, Sul?” Attrebus asked.

The dark elf shook his head. “It’s not an Oblivion gate or trace. It’s beyond me.”

“We’ll wait, then.”

“Highness,” Colin said, hoping one more try would do the trick, “my charge is to get you to safety, not watch you jump into the midst of the enemy.”

“I know what you probably think of me,” Attrebus said. “To be honest, right now most of me just wants to go back to my villa and lay down on my bed, if only to die there. But I can’t. I’ll never be the man the books talk about. But I started something, and I’m going to finish it. I won’t argue about this anymore, and as your prince I forbid you to bring it up again.”

Colin drew a deep breath and nodded. “As you say, my prince.”

Attrebus and Sul took positions on the sigil. The inspector-Vineben, the prince recalled-and the woman, Letine, stood behind it. Sul unwrapped Umbra and replaced his usual weapon with it.

“What’s the plan?” Attrebus asked.

Sul’s gaze seemed even more intense than usual as he turned it on Attrebus.

“If we’re lucky, Hierem is meeting with Vuhon, and we’ll appear right in front of him. If that happens, I’ll stab him. If we’re right about all of this, the sword should reclaim Vile’s energies. That should allow me to kill Vuhon.”

“And then what?”

Sul cocked his head, as if studying some strange creature speaking an even stranger language.

“Then he’ll be dead.” He said it quietly, like a note plucked softly on the tightest wire in the world.

“But what about Umbriel? Without Vile’s power to run the ingenium, will it just fall out of the sky, or-”

“Vile said he would take it from there,” Sul said shortly. “Remember?”

“Right, but-” Then he understood. “You don’t care about anything but killing Vuhon.”

“When did I ever say otherwise?” Sul snapped.

“Well-never. But I just thought-”

“Don’t try to think for me,” Sul said. “And don’t act surprised. I kill Vuhon-anything else is up to you. You know what’s going to happen when I draw Umbra-you remember Elhul. Best get away from me when that happens, find that girl or do whatever strikes your fancy.”

“Then why do you want me along at all?”

“Because if Vuhon isn’t there when we appear, we’ll have to find him-and you’re the one with the magic bird and the friends in high places. So I might still need you. And speaking of birds…”

“Right,” Attrebus said, reaching into his bag.