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Chapter 209: The Seam Opens
They were halfway up the tunnel when the first scream came.It was a thin sound, very far away, and for a moment Kaelen could not tell whether it came from above or below. He had Pell by one arm and Julian by the other. Neither could walk without help. The lantern swung wildly, throwing shadows up the walls. He had been counting stairs since the cavern, and he had reached two hundred and nine, and he was beginning to think the world had grown a great many more of them than it had on the way down.“Come on,” he said. “Come on.”“Master Kaelen...” Pell’s voice was thin and strange. “Something’s wrong. It’s not only the thread. The whole tree, it’s...”“Save your breath.”“No, you don’t understand. It’s letting go.”The floor lurched.It was a small, sick tilt, like a ship rolling in a swell, and it flung all three of them against the wall. The lantern went out. For a moment there was nothing but the hot rush of their breathing and the dark pressing down. Then, somewhere above, wood crac
Chapter 208: The Thread That Remembers
They did not touch it.It was Kaelen who gave the order, and he gave it twice, in a voice he scarcely recognized as his own. He drew the others back to the mouth of the tunnel and set the lantern on the floor, where its light fell in a long gold bar across the cavern. For a time all three of them simply stood and looked.The thread lay as it had lain before, loose and slack along the pillar’s face, scarcely stirring in the draft. It looked entirely harmless. It looked, if anything, a little pathetic, like a bit of ragged string snagged on a nail.“It’s only the one,” Julian said, very low. “Only one strand.”“It’s the one we can see.”“What do you mean?”“I mean, look at the grain.” Kaelen crouched. He had brought a long brass probe from the ship, a surveyor’s needle, and he laid it carefully against the floor. “Look at the color. There’s a pale band along the thread, here. A hand wide, no more. But it goes up. And down. All the way to the floor.”“And through it,” said Pell.Kaelen l
Chapter 207: The Sixth Seedling
The sixth came up out of the dark like a green coast at dawn.Kaelen had been to the revived worlds a dozen times, but he had never quite stopped being struck by them. When the old gray stump of the Sixth had woken, in the golden light of the seating of the keystone, it had been little more than a hollow trunk with a few shy leaves. Fifteen years on, it had become a country. A great round continent of bark and branch lay beneath the Quiet Grain’s keel, its boughs wide as valleys, its hills green with new growth, and its rivers of sap running silver in the sun. Little villages dotted the slopes like scattered toys. Smoke rose from chimneys. Orchards stood in rows on the terraced branches, and somewhere a bell was ringing, tinny and sweet, for the noon.“It’s lovely,” said Julian, beside him at the rail.“It is.”“I almost can’t bear it.”Kaelen glanced at him. Julian had barely slept in a week. He looked thinner and quieter, and somewhere in the last few days he had stopped apologizing
Chapter 206: The Boy with the Toy Boat
Kaelen brought the boy on the third morning, when the Council had settled into an uneasy recess and the Saddle had begun to hum with rumors.Leon was at the Academy, correcting a student’s dovetail, when he heard the knock. It was a soft, hesitant knock, the sort given by someone who would rather have been anywhere else. He looked up and saw Kaelen in the doorway with a tall, thin young man half hidden behind him, one hand on the doorframe, the other clutched in the pocket of his coat.“Master Leon,” said Kaelen, with a formality that was entirely for show. “I’ve brought someone. I thought you should meet him.”“I know who he is.”Kaelen blinked. The young man looked up, startled.He was twenty or so, with a long, pale face, dark untidy hair, and the stooping shoulders of someone who had spent his whole life trying to be less in the way. His eyes were large and brown and watchful. They were Leon’s first surprise, because he had seen them before, a long time ago, on a different face, t
Chapter 205: The Marshal of the Ninth
Marshal Edric Vael arrived in the morning, and by noon the whole Saddle had fallen in love with him.Leon watched it happen from the porch of the Academy. A fleet of small bright emerald ships came sliding into the lagoon in perfect formation, their sails the color of new leaves, and a tall man in a green cloak stepped off the first one onto the pier. He did not make an entrance. He thanked the pilot. He asked a dockhand’s name and remembered it. He walked up the shore to the Council Hall with an escort of only four, and along the way he stopped three times, once to lift a fallen child, once to look at a carving a Bark-Dweller grandmother held up to him, and once to touch the hand of an old, bent carpenter who had stopped to watch him pass.Leon had met a great many men who wanted to be loved. He had never met one who had it done so easily.“That’s him,” said Lissa, at his elbow. She had her chin on her fists. “Marshal Vael. The Hero of the Rim.”“Is that what they call him?”“My moth
Chapter 204: Varek’s Bargain
“I owe you a cage,” Varek said. “And a life.”It was late. The council had broken up at midnight, in confusion, with a hasty vote to reconvene in ten days, and the delegates had scattered to their ships in knots, arguing in whispers. Leon had come back to the cottage tired to the bone and found a figure sitting on his porch in the dark, with all four hands folded on his knees.“I thought you might be waiting,” Leon said.“I wasn’t sure you’d let me in.”“I let people in. It’s a failing.”He lit the lamp. In its light Varek looked very old. He had been a young man, as such creatures counted it, when Leon first saw him pressed against the bars of a cage on the deck of the Quiet Grain, spitting grease and defiance. Now his gray skin had gone ashen at the temples, and his four arms, once as broad as beams, were thinner, and the brass piston brand on each forearm had faded to a pale scar. He wore the plain gray robe of a council delegate, with a small brass pin at the collar, and he looked
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