2026-10-22 18:27:36Daren moved away from the hearth.
The needle followed him, then stopped when Brida slid a heavy iron cooking lid between him and the casket.
“Keep that there,” he said.
Maera watched Enn’s antlers with an expression he could not read.
“The collar preserves the core. It seeks compatible channels. That does not mean it can cross the glass.”
“Can you prove that?”
“I can show you how the seal works.”
“Without opening it.”
She inclined her head.
Selka knelt beside the table. “I’ll watch your hands.”
“You always did.”
“When you taught me to mend a torn sleeve, yes.”
For an instant, something unguarded crossed Maera’s face. Then she turned the casket so they could see its underside.
Seven small hollows surrounded a circular seal. Six held clear stones. The seventh was empty.
“The opening stone remains on the mountain. Break the glass and the cradle closes around the core. It cannot be rejoined while the collar is shut.”
“Convenient,” Daren said.
“Necessary for transport.”
Selka took a thread from her sleeve and laid it across the seal. Blue light ran along it, stopping at the empty hollow. She tried again from the opposite side.
“It is incomplete,” she said. “That part is true.”
Daren made Maera turn the casket again. Through the base he could see the dark seam crossing the core.
He drew one shallow breath in the old pattern his sergeant had taught him.
The stone brightened along the seam.
Pain caught under his ribs. He stopped before it deepened.
His. Enough proof to hurt, not enough to trust.
He told Brida to place the casket in an empty iron grain chest. Enn watched until the lid closed.
Only then did Daren let himself sit.
By dawn, Maera had named her terms.
The Summit would supply grain, medicine, and craftsmen. Daren’s core would be returned with a healer to attempt its restoration. Hearthfast would become a protected holding, exempt from the next harvest levy.
In return, Daren would acknowledge Serrath as its spiritual patron and permit annual aptitude examinations among its residents.
“No children leave,” he said.
“Those suited to instruction would receive places at the Summit.”
“No.”
“You would deny them an education?”
Iven stepped forward before he answered.
“Could they refuse?”
Maera looked at the baby tied against her.
“A gifted child’s training is a duty to the realm.”
Iven turned back to the hearth.
Daren felt the offer settle into its true shape.
“We won’t accept that.”
“You have not asked everyone here.”
She was right. He disliked her more for it.
He faced the room.
“Does anyone want to hear more?”
A man from Fenlow raised a hand. Daren knew him only as Kes’s uncle, a broad man who had helped carry Harl.
“Would the grain come before the examinations?”
“Yes,” Maera said.
“And when the exemption ends?”
“The ordinary tithe resumes.”
The man lowered his hand.
Nobody else spoke.
Daren turned back. “You have our answer for today.”
Maera looked toward the patched roof.
“Today is not the day hunger will answer.”
“Then give us time to find a different answer.”
“What do you offer for it?”
“A quiet valley while you carry your proposal back. No pursuit of your wounded captain. No raids on sect travelers.”
“And your people?”
“No one leaves under your guard unless they choose it.”
Maera considered him for a long moment.
“Until the third sunset from this morning. No sect soldier will cross your outer boundary. I return then for the casket and your final answer.”
“Your beasts too.”
“No beast under my command will cross it.”
Selka leaned forward. “Any command.”
Maera’s jaw tightened.
“Any sect command.”
Daren looked toward the people in the hall. Berrit, the broad man from Fenlow, was watching him with his arms folded.
“Can she promise for the captain?” Berrit asked.
“I carry the abbot’s authority,” Maera said.
“That wasn’t my question.”
Selka answered. “Istren will obey a direct command from her. I’ve seen him do it.”
Daren considered what remained outside that answer. Hunger. A damaged gate. Every old channel beneath their feet. A truce could hold men back without making the world safe.
“Then we use the time,” he said. “We keep watch. We repair what we can. Nobody mistakes a pause for peace.”
Daren nodded. “And you leave the core here for examination.”
“Sealed.”
“Sealed.”
She agreed, but asked for a marker showing the boundary. Brida brought an old quarry stake. They set it at the western path in sight of the ruined gate.
The line was narrow enough to defend. It enclosed the fort and the spring terrace, nothing more.
Maera took a copper pin from her cloak and pressed it into the stake. A pale ring spread around the wood.
“My authority,” she said. “Your watchers will know if a commanded creature passes.”
Daren did not touch it with his scarred hand.
He knew better now than to mistake a useful sign for safety.
As Maera mounted, she held a small jar toward Selka.
“For the burns.”
Selka hesitated, then took it.
“Is this part of the offer?”
“It is ointment.”
“Everything was part of an offer at home.”
Maera’s hand fell.
She rode away without answering. On the opposite ridge, her attendants raised a gray tent beside the sect’s watchfire. She would wait within sight of Hearthfast.
Daren stood beside Selka until the hoofbeats faded. Then Brida called from the gatehouse.
A crack had opened across the arch while they argued.
Through it, daylight reached a supporting beam that had burned almost entirely away.
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