All Chapters of The Last Soul Necromancer: An Unknown Class Beyond Death: Chapter 1
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Chapter 1: The Weight of the Dead
The last thing Ravel Ashlock carried in his first life was a dying boy, and the man who killed him for it was his best friend.Four hundred and twelve steps went down into Vael Tarsis.Ravel Ashlock had counted them on the descent, the way he counted everything, because sooner or later somebody would have to be carried back up, and it was never the knights who did the carrying.It was him. It had always been him.He stood at the foot of the four hundred and twelfth step with a boy strapped to his back and waited for a priest to finish praying.The vault was round and black and older than the kingdom above it. Lamplight slid off the walls as if the stone disliked being looked at. In the centre, on a dais of three shallow steps, sat the thing the Church had hired them to find: a casket of grey metal, long as a man, bound in chains of sunbrass gone dull as old coins. The last ward on it had broken an hour ago. It had taken six lay brothers with it when it went.They lay where they had fa
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Chapter 2: Foreclosure
Emeric came on weeping.That was the part Ravel's mind kept snagging on, uselessly, while his body did the sensible thing and backed away. Emeric Lyle was crying like a child, mouth open, tears running down into his collar, and his sword arm was doing something else entirely. The blade stood in a knight's high guard, perfectly placed, and along its edge the oath-light had kindled: hard gold-white, bright enough to throw every shadow in the vault against the far wall."Hob, move." It came out in pieces. "I can't... it won't stop, I can't make it stop. Move!""Then I'll stop it for you," Hob said, and set his feet.The first blow would have split an ox. Hob caught it on the shield's boss, the way he had caught everything for nine years. He gave a step. He was not trying to win; Ravel saw that at once. A shield-man knows to the ounce what he can hold, and Hob Tarn was holding a knight a full rank above him the only way such a thing can be done, which is briefly.The stair. Now, while he'
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Chapter 3: Lowlock, Morning
"Three!"There was a stain on the ceiling shaped like a boot.Ravel lay on his back and looked at it. He knew that stain. He had fallen asleep under it every night of his boyhood, and the last time he had seen it he was twenty, carrying the bedstead down to the street to sell, the week after they buried her."Four! I can hear you not moving!"Lye. That was the smell. Lye and canal water and oats on the boil, and under it the sweetish reek of the tanneries when the wind sat wrong. Somewhere below the window a bargeman was swearing at a mule.So this is what it does, he thought, quite calmly. At the end. It gives you a morning.It seemed kind. He had not expected kindness.He put his hand to his chest to feel the hole.There was no hole. There was a nightshirt, darned at the collar, and under it ribs he could count with his fingertips, and a breastbone, and skin. He pushed the shirt up. In the grey light from the shutter, a line ran across the base of his breastbone, pale and fine as a
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Chapter 4: The Reading
The Chartery hall of Greywater had nine steps, a door of black oak twice the height of a man, and a bell that struck the third hour while Ravel was still on the fourth step.He ran the rest. His legs were not ready for it. By the top his chest was heaving and his sight had gone grey at the edges, and the great door was already swinging shut on the lamplight inside.A hand caught it."In you come. No harm done. They've only just started on the quality, the wards won't be called for half an hour yet."It was a big hand, square, freckled across the knuckles, with a sword-blister healing at the base of the thumb.Ravel knew that hand. He had watched it open, one night and fourteen years ago, and let a sword fall on a black stone floor.He looked up before he could stop himself.Eighteen. Emeric Lyle was eighteen. Tall already, and fair, in a squire's tabard with a door-ward's sash across it and a new brass tag at his collar that read KNIGHT. D. No grey in his hair yet, and not a line on h
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Chapter 5: What the Plate Would Not Say
He did not remember coming down from the dais.There was a gap, and then he was at the clerk's table with a disc of stamped tin in his fist, and the clerk was talking in the voice of a man who had said the same thing forty times that morning."...provisional charter's six bits at the desk, when you've got six bits. Unverified classes hold themselves ready for second assessment on summons. Don't lose the tag. Next."The tag was the size of a crown piece and still warm from the die. He had worn one like it on a thong round his neck for fourteen years, until the letters wore smooth. That one had said BEARER. F.This one said SUMMONER (UNV.) F.It was a lie pressed into metal by a woman he had never spoken to, in front of three hundred people and two priests, and it was the only thing standing between him and a cell.Walk, he told his legs. Not fast. Boys who run get looked at.He walked. Down the long aisle, past the benches of the quality, where Castor Vey sat straight-backed among his
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Chapter 6: A Dead Rat in Tanner's Row
There is no shortage of dead things in a slum, but most of them belong to somebody.The knacker on Hide Street wanted two locks for a drowned dog, on account of the glue. The dead-house by the chapel he did not so much as look at. That left the midden behind the tannery, where the ratcatcher tipped his cages on a Fourthday, and where the only price was the smell.He found one near the top of the heap. It was flat and dry and a week gone.Ravel crouched over it with his sleeves rolled. He had handled worse. He had handled men who had been three days in a Tanglewold summer. He put one bare fingertip on the stiff grey fur and reached for the skill exactly as he would once have reached for [Steady].Nothing.It did not even feel like failing. It was like setting his shoulder to a door and finding it painted on a wall. He checked the line. Soul Energy 12/12."Too old," he said aloud.How old was too old? He turned it over in his head, and something came up that he had never thought to ques
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Chapter 7: The Night the Sluice Opened
Mother Hesk stood on her step with her skirts bunched in both fists, shrieking with laughter while rats ran over her clogs.Half the Row was laughing. It was Reading night, the beer had been out since noon, and a river of rats going the wrong way up a street is funny until somebody asks what they are running from.Old Brann was not laughing.He had come down off his step and stood in the middle of the street with his thumbs in his belt, watching the brown tide break round his boots. His eyes went along it to the foot of the Row, and the black arch at the waterline."Seen that once," he said, when Ravel came up beside him. "Mouth of the Marrow Warren, thirty years back. Rats came out like a tap left running. An hour after, the Warren broke." He turned his head. His eyes were small and shrewd in their pouches. "You've a face on you, lad. What do you know?"Ravel had spent the afternoon working out what he could say to this man that was true."I know what my father used to say. When the
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Chapter 8: Three Heartbeats
On the stairs of Vael Tarsis, a thread had gone through his fingers like light through water.This one did not.His fist closed on it. He never knew why this one let him. It was like catching a wire drawn out of a forge and a river at once: it burned, and it was cold, and it was pulling, straight up, with a strength that had nothing to do with muscle.He held on.Something tore loose behind his breastbone, and it was not blood but the other thing, the line he had spent to its last point on a swimming rat. The pull went looking for it, found the cupboard bare, and took what stood on the next shelf.In the margin, quick and violet:heldBrann's eyes had been going flat as a pond. They came back.Thud.He felt it through the wire. An old man's heart, one slow beat."There y'are," Brann said, quite ordinarily. "Flap's down.""I know. I heard it. Brann, don't talk, there'll be a healer, Rusk's coming...""Two men's work." The ghost of a grin. "Told you. Had the dog."Thud.Slower. The pull
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Chapter 9: The Rite of Passing
Lowlock burned its dead quickly. Nobody on Tanner's Row had a room to keep them in.By first light the pyres stood ready at the Ash Stair, where the canal widened below the Ninth Lock and the smoke could go out over the water. There were three.Ravel went on a stick. The numbness had left his calf some time before dawn, and what came after made him wish it back."Nobody," he had told Captain Rusk, in the lantern-light. "I used to watch the delvers drill in the Chartery yard. I copied what I saw."Rusk had stood with his thumbs in his sword-belt for a while."Your father stood like a lock-keeper," he said at last. "Feet wide, for a wet gate. That was a soldier's guard, boy, and an odd one. I never saw it drilled in any yard." Then he had looked at the three sheets, and at his dog, and let it lie. "Come by the watch-house when you're mended."It had not sounded like an invitation.The Writ had come for its accounting in the small hours, when he could not sleep. It placed four of the poi
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Chapter 10: Thirty Days
"I will, Brother," Ravel said. "Thank you."It was the first lie he had told that man in either life. It came out as smoothly as a cork from a bottle. He supposed nine years of saying yes, Brother had been practice for it.Anselm smiled, and inclined his head, and went back to Wend's widow.Ravel stood with the paper in his hand until the three fires had burned down to their iron.His mother waited until Pim was asleep.She sat at the plank with her mending in her lap and did not mend. He had worked out, on the walk home, the only thing he had to give her."I'll not lie to you, Mam. So there's a good deal I can't say.""Can't, or won't?""Can't. Not yet."Edda turned that over. "Did you know? Before the rats. Did you know it was coming?"It was a long silence."Yes."Her red hands went flat on the wood. "How?""That's the part I can't say."She looked at him. She looked for a long time, and he let her."Your eyes were grey," Edda said. "Two days ago. I've looked at them for seventeen
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