Rereid of The Darkness That Comes Before, Part 15

Rereid of Prince of Nothing Trilogy

Book 1: The Darkness that Comes Before

by R. Scott Bakker

Part 4

The Warrior

Chapter 14

The Kyranae Plain

Some say men continually war against circumstances, but I say they perpetually flee. What are the works of men if not a momentary respite, a hiding place soon to be discovered by catastrophe? Life is endless flight before the hunter we call the world.

—Ekyannus VIII, 111 Aphorisms

My Thoughts

Isn't that they way of life. Trying to get ahead on bills. Worrying when the next problem is going to happen: the car break down, injury, or losing your job. Just when you think eveything is fine then, bam!

Spring, 4111 Year-of-the-Tusk, the Nansur Empire

Cnaiür and Kellhus have started to travel at night across the Nansur Empire. For the first time, Serwë wakes up in the afternoon sleeping next to Kellhus. He had resisted her joining his sleeping mat for a while, but this morning had relented. Serwë enjoys the feel of Kellhus sleeping form against hers and marvels at how much she loves him and how he loves her despite her past.

Cnaiür is up and washing in a stream and Serwë watches him and fells no fear for the fist time, just pity at his loneliness. She notices a boy on the other side of the river and in her mind pleads with the boy to run. Kellhus, awake, whispers to Cnaiür in Scylvendi. Cnaiür sees the boy, and tells him to come close. Serwë yells at the boy to run and begs with Kellhus to spare the boy as Cnaiür chases him. Kellhus followed Cnaiür and Serwë realizes he also means to kill the child. Serwë follows.

As Serwë follows, it occurs to her she is no fugitive in the Nansur. This is her home and and she would not have to suffer Cnaiür anymore. However, she thinks on how Kellhus loves her, the first, and returning to the Empire would just mean more Gaunum wives and more blue babies. Serwë is pregnant and has convinced herself it is Kellhus's child.

Serwë has lost Cnaiür and Kellhus and can't locate the camp. She hers horses and believes it's Kellhus come looking for her but instead runs across two Kidruhil cavalry of the Imperial Army. She is fearful, thinking the Kidruhil have been warned by the boy and that Kellhus may be dead because of her.

The older of the two Kidruhil sees her fear and thinks Serwë must be “with them.” The pair of soldiers argue, the younger saying they don't have time for this while they older says there's always time for sport with a girl as pretty as Serwë. The man advances on her and she begs for him to spare her. The man drives his dagger into the ground as he begins to grope her.

There is a sound, and the younger man is decapitated by Cnaiür. Cnaiür asks Serwë if she was hurt, and the scarred Kidruhil begins to beg to Cnaiür, apologizing for touching Serwë.

The officer moved away from Serwë, as though to disassociate himself from his crime. “C-come now, friend. Hmm? T-take the horses. All y-yours—”

To Serwë it seemed that she’d floated to her feet, that she’d flown at the scarred man, and that the knife had simply appeared in the side of his neck. Only his frantic backhand knocked her back to earth.

She watched him fall to his knees, his bewildered hands fumbling at his neck. He threw an arm backward, as though to ease his descent, but he toppled, lifting his back and hips from the ground, kicking up leaves with one foot. He turned to her, retching blood, his eyes round and shining. Begging her . . .

Cnaiür grabs Serwë and places the knife she killed the Kidruhil at her temple. She begs for her life and Cnaiür warns her never to betray them again or he will kill her. Then Cnaiür cuts her forearm, giving her a swazond, the ritual scaring of the Sclyvendi for kill the Kidruhil and calls her by name for the first time.

“I don’t understand,” Serwë whimpered, as bewildered as she was terrified. Why was he doing this? Was this his punishment? Why had he called her by name?

You must suffer him . . .

“You are my prize, Serwë. My tribe.”

Cnaiür and Serwë find Kellhus at camp and she raced to him and hugs him fiercely and he comforts her as she cries like a father. Kellhus confronts Cnaiür and tells him that Serwë is no longer his prize. Cnaiür laughs, and says more Kidruhil come, we have killed only a dozen out of fifty. Serwë apologizes to Kellhus for warning the boy.

Cnaiür laughs, and says the boy warned know one. “What mere boy could escape a Dûnyain?” Serwë is horrified and looks at Kellhus and sees grief welling in his eyes and she feels shame, forcing Kellhus to commit this crime. Cnaiür announced they will ride the Kidruhil horses to death first.

For two days, the trio had eluded the Kidruhil thanks to the forest and Cnaiür's skill. Serwë find the next two days an ordeal. At the end of the second day, Cnaiür thinks they may have lost the Kidruhil and the make camp. Cnaiür explains that the Kidruhil would think they went west, like any raiding party would after making contact with the Kidruhil. If they found their trail heading east, the Kidruhil would think it a ruse.

They ate a meal of raw fish and Cnaiür explains they are safest in the western provinces, long abandoned because of Scylvendi raids. Once they cross the Phayus River, it will be a different matter. Serwë wonders why these two would risk this journey. The next day as they traveled, Serwë finds herself hungry. At midday, Kellhus stops and asks her is she's hungry.

“How do you know these things?” she asked. It never ceased to thrill her each time Kellhus guessed her thoughts, and the part of her that held him in reverent awe would find further confirmation.

“How long has it been, Serwë?”

“How long has what been?” she asked, suddenly fearful.

“Since you’ve been with child.”

But it’s your child, Kellhus! Yours!

“But we’ve not yet coupled,” he said gently.

Serwë suddenly felt bewildered, unsure as to what he meant, and more unsure still whether she had spoken aloud. But of course they had coupled. She was with child, wasn’t she? Who else could be his father?

Serwë starts to cry and Kellhus apologizes and tells her they will eat soon. Kellhus rides up to talk with Cnaiür and Serwë studies Kellhus and realizes she didn't speak and he sill knew her thoughts and she begins to think he is a God. She remembers in the time of the Tusk, the Gods communing with Men. Serwë begins to think that her beauty was given her because one day her betrothed, a God, would arrive.

Anasûrimbor Kellhus.

She smiled tears of rapturous joy. She could see him as he truly was now, radiant with otherworldly light, haloes like golden discs shining about his hands. She could see him!

Later, as they chewed strips of raw venison in a breezy stand of poplars, he turned to her and in her native tongue of Nymbricani said, “You understand.”

Serwë nods, and answers that she is to be Kellhus's wife and Kellhus promises her that it will be soon.

That afternoon, after crossing a valley, they catch glimpse of pursuers. Cnaiür leads them on, telling the group that these pursuers will not stop till they hunt them down. Their only advantage is reaching the plains ahead and using their extra mounts by running them to death and reach the Holy War ahead of their pursuers.

They ride until it is too dark to see, then lead their horses on foot. Serwë finds the pace almost more than she can handle. At dawn, they are able to ride their horses again and gallop over pastures. Serwë finds it exhilarating. They enter cultivated lands, passing slaves working in fields and small villas were minor nobles lived. They rode down roads know, passing teamsters who cursed at them and forcing people to dive out of their way or be trampled.

At mid-afternoon, they stop and Serwë falls off her horse in exhaustion. Cnaiür curses and Serwë looks behind them to see a dust cloud trailing them. Cnaiür asks Kellhus what he sees, and Kellhus says the same sixty-eight men, except know they have different horses. Cnaiür didn't expect them to get remounts and asks Kellhus if they could take them at night. Kellhus is unsure, but says they should press their lead and continue riding.

They continue riding into twilight when Serwë's horse, “her prize for having killed the scarred man” died and she falls hard to the ground. Cnaiür urges them to abandon Serwë. To their pursuers she's just stolen property. Kellhus, however, will not leave her.

“This is not like you, Dûnyain . . . Not like you at all.”

“Perhaps,” she heard Kellhus say, his voice now very close and very gentle. Hands cupped her cheeks.

Kellhus . . . No blue babies.

No blue babies, Serwë. Our child will be pink and alive.

“But she’ll be safer—”

Darkness, and dreams of a great, shadowy race across heathen lands.

Serwë regains conscience on Kellhus's horse, her hands tied around his waist. The three are still being chased. She looks around and realizes they have no spare mounts and the Kidruhil were closer. Cnaiür cries out a warning, as another group of horseman force the three to ride up a hill.

Three horseman erupt from some trees to intercept them, one felled by Cnaiür's bow. A second hurls a javelin at Kellhus who easily catches it out of the air and throws it back, killing the man. The third raised a sword and prepared to attack Kellhus, but was disemboweled by the faster Dûnyain.

At the top of the hill, they find a sharp drop and abandon the horses and they skid down the drop. At the bottom, Serwë hits hard and is surprised by Cnaiür concern when he gently helps her up and asks if she's fine. Kellhus is the last down and reports that they won't follow them down the slope. Cnaiür fears that others have already started to go around the hill and Serwë begins to panic because they have no horses, now.

Kellhus knelt before her, his heavenly face blotting out the sun. Once again she could see his halo, the shimmering gold that marked him apart from all other men. He’ll save us! Don’t worry, my sweet, I know He will!

But he said, “Serwë, when they come, I want you to close your eyes.”

“But you’re the promise,” she said, sobbing.

Kellhus brushed her cheek, then wordlessly withdrew to take his place at the Scylvendi’s side. She glimpsed flashes of movement beyond them, heard the neigh and snort of fierce warhorses.

A group of horseman, not Kidruhil, burst out of brush and surround them. Each wore mail skirts and had white-and-blue surcoats. Silver war masks cover their faces and Serwë thinks these men are here to save them, “to shelter the promise.” The leader identifies himself as Krijates Iryssas, one of Xinemus's knights. Iryssas asks, “Have you seen any fugitive criminals about?”

Stunned silence. At last Cnaiür said, “Why do you ask?”

The knight looked askance at his comrades then leaned forward in his saddle. His eyes twinkled. “Because I’m dying for the lack of honest conversation.”

The Scylvendi smiled.

My Thoughts

Serwë has a moment of peace with Kellhus. It seems like Serwë's lot is improving slightly with Kellhus taking an interest. Sadly, Serwë is suffering some serious Stockholm Syndrome here. She's even starting to feel pity for Cnaiür.

So, Serwë is pregnant and thinks Kellhus is the father even though this morning was they only time they've shared a bed. Serwë is delusional, but I don't blame her for wanting the man she loves to be the father than her rapist.

Gah! Just when she's thinking she'll be fine if anyone from the Empire finds her, they do and try to rape her. The irony of Cnaiür, her rapist, asking if the other rapist hurt her. Cnaiür is a dick.

Go Serwë! Stab that asshole. Great description. The shock hasn't worn off and she just finds herself killing the guy. By killing the Kidruhil, Cnaiür seems to think of Serwë as Scylvendi know. Its like in his mind she's one of his wives know. Didn't know women in Scylvendi could get a swazond. But then, Cnaiür does think outside of the norm for a Scylvendi.

Kellhus can even cry on demand. Poor Serwë, now she feels guilty for forcing Kellhus to kill the boy. Don't, Serwë, don't. You gave the boy a chance to live, don't feel guilty about that. You were the only decent human at that camp. Don't let the Dûnyain take that away from you.

Serwë is amazed that she could not only eat raw fish, but enjoy it. Hunger is the best seasoning, they say.

And Serwë now thinks Kellhus is a God. And why not, he seems to read her mind, he's kind to her. She has contextualized her years of rape and suffering as preparing her for the arrival of Kellhus. Why else was she given the gift to be so beautiful that every man who comes across her, wants her. “She was also something too beautiful for the world.” So convinced is she, that halos appear about his hands. And Kellhus allows this delusion to continue because it most benefit him. Can't blame Serwë, though. Who doesn't want to think that their suffering mattered, that all that pain wasn't in vain.

Kellhus doesn't want to abandon Serwë, even though it would increase his and Cnaiür chance of success. It's hard to say what's going through Kellhus mind right now. He must see some greater advantage with Serwë, unless seeing her tormented night after night by Cnaiür has actually affected him. He was stirred to some emotion in the last chapter and was surprised by it. I'm siding with seeing a greater advantage.

Don't know if its Serwë's concussion or delusion (probably both) that makes her think Kellhus is communicating in her mind with the “our baby will be born pink and alive.”

Kellhus comforts Serwë. Even a Dûnyain doesn't see a way out of their predicament. There's just too many hunters. And then they are saved by Xinemus's men. Even by proxy, Xinemus continues to be awesome. This was quite an exciting chapter. Luckily for them, every Man of the Tusk really hates the Nansur Empire.

Rereid of Fool Moon, Part 2

Rereid of the Dresden Files

Book 2: Fool Moon

by Jim Butcher

Part 2

Chapter 4

Internal Affairs has been investigating Murphy since last spring, thinking Murphy was in cahoots with Marcone and helped take out his competition. Because Murphy issued and then rescinded a warrant on Harry and then he was at the scene were Victor Sells died. That's why she's had to stay away until now and why Murphy did not make an issue over Agent Benn trying to shoot her.

Murphy gives Harry a rundown on the Lobo killings. As she explains, Harry begins to suspect that there being followed. They started one day before last month's full moon with the death of a couple of gang-bangers. It appeared they were killed by wolves, but there were some inconstancy with the tooth marks and paw prints and the police figured someone was making it look like a wolf attack, possibly a cult or pack of psychos. The next night, three bums were killed in park, the next night an old man, and the fourth night a businessman and his driver in a parking garage.

Harry asks about the businessman since his death was indoors. Murphy tells him he was James Harding III, a business partner of Marcone. After Mr. Harding, the attacks stopped until tonight when another victim tied to Marcone shows up. That leaves four more nights for the assailants to attack.

Harry asks Murphy why she thinks there is more than one werewolf. Forensic thinks there is more than one perp. They identified three distinctive bite marks and that means there is a pack of werewolves. Since Marcone is involved, Murphy is afraid if she doesn't solve the case they will blame it on her being involved with Marcone and charge her with obstruction and complicity and probably come after Harry as well.

Murphy asks for what Harry knows about werewolves. Harry will have to do some research and will give her a report in the morning. As Murphy exits the JFK Expressway, Harry notices the car he suspects is a tail, also exit. Murphy drops Harry off at McAnally's. Harry notices the suspected tail is a woman dark brown hair. The car followed Murphy's to the end of the block but turned the opposite way and Harry wonders if he's just imagining things.

I got into the Blue Beetle and thought for a minute. I was feeling guilty and a little queasy still. It was my fault Murphy had gotten in trouble. I had put her in the middle of extremely questionable circumstances by not telling her what was going on last spring. The pressure she was under now was my responsibility.

I have what might be considered a very out-of-date and chauvinist attitude about women. I like to treat women like ladies. I like to open doors for them, pay for the meal when I’m on a date, bring flowers, draw out their seat for them—all that sort of thing. I guess I could call it an attitude of chivalry, if I thought more of myself. Whatever you called it, Murphy was a lady in distress. And since I had put her there, it only seemed right that I should get her out of trouble, too.

Harry's pulls out the bloody glass he stole from the crime scene. With it, he can perform a tracking spell and locate the whomever shed it. Harry is sure Murphy will be pissed that he's going off on his own, but the older and drier the blood gets, the less effective the spell will be. Harry opens his trunk, gets his .38 revolver, blasting rod, a shield bracelet, and a few other “wizardly implements.”

Then I made with the magic.

My Thoughts

So, Murphy freezing Harry out is because of the rumor that Harry was working for Marcone when he took out Victor Sells. This is the consequence of going half-cocked into a night club and blowing shit up with civilians to witness it. You forced Marcone to save face and now Murphy is under investigation.

Killings happened the day before and the day after the full moon. Tonight's killing was the day before the full moon. Seems a little weird for a werewolf.

Sucks for Murphy. If she solves this case, not in league with Marcone. If she doesn't then her alleged connections with Marcone will make her into the perfect scapegoat to the public on way these killings haven't been solved. Stakes are already high.

Harry, you had the opportunity to tell Murphy about the tracking spell and you still choose to go off on your own. The idea came to you in the car, talking with Murphy when you asked her if the police had any blood or hair. Come on, Harry. Chapter 4 and you're already violating her trust. This will not end well for you, buddy.

Chapter 5

Harry draws a circle in chalk on the ground and uses a compass as the spell focus. The compass stops point north and now points to the person whose blood is on the glass. Harry works his way through the streets of Chicago following the compass and winds up near the University of Chicago in a rundown neighbor hood. The compass leads him to an abandoned store. Harry consults a map and sees that two of the murders last month were less than a mile a way and thinks this is a good spot for the Lobo Killer to hide.

Harry's plan is just to watch the killer and let Murphy know where he is. Harry cautiously aproaches the building and finds a window he can crawl through. He also finds a string with bells attached to it that would jingle if he tried to get through. Harry is able to carefully lower the string to the floor without jingling the bells and climbs on through. The place is filled with empty shelves. Harry hears voices coming from the back.

Harry creeps back to the voices and finds a group of young people gathered around a Coleman lantern. They all looked like college students and their leader is a pudgy guy with glasses. He's arguing with a woman and Harry learns they are Billy and Georgia. Billy wants to be out on the street to “found them all and torn them apart.” Georgia says they need to be cautious or they'll get caught and she told them to stay put and threatens to hog tie Billy. Billy and Georgia continue to fight and Harry learns the group calls themselves the Alphas.

Harry is unsure these are the killers because they seem more like “a group of computer nerds geared up for Leather Night,” but his compass points into the room. Harry is prepared to leave and call Murphy when the woman who was following Harry and Murphy from the crime scene walks in. The woman begins to berate Billy and Georgia and then tells the group she was followed here. Harry's compass points unerringly at her. The woman has an “animal vitality” and Harry thinks she could be the killer.

The woman breathes deeply through her nose and takes a step towards Harry. The coleman lantern goes out and Harry is blind in the darkness. Harry tries to leave and crashes into an aisle. A wolf slams into Harry, knocking him to the floor. Harry strikes the wolf with his blasting rod and the wolf rips it from his hand. Harry pulls his gone and backpedals into a corner, reading for an attack.

Nothing happens and Harry pulls his amulet out to shed light and finds the building empty. Harry retrieves his blasting rod and exits the building into an alley. Harry is hit from behind and knocked to the ground. A gun is pointed to his head and a woman says, “Drop the gun, or I blow your head off.”

My Thoughts

Harry's tracking spell is a lot better than the last book. Using a compass is a better idea than that weird scent way. All though, it would fit thematically into a book about werewolves to give yourself heighten scent.

The Alphas are a puzzle. They are young, all look out of shape, but they're hanging out in a back room of an abandoned building. Billy and Georgia fight is like the leader of a pack fighting with a rival for power. Then the woman who followed Murphy and Harry enters and she instantly takes charge. Possibly there some cult.

And then when the lights go out, there is clearly a werewolf running around but instead of killing Harry it disarms him and distracts him long enough for the Alphas to escpae. Not quite the behavior of our killer.

Chapter 6

Harry drops his gun and its Murphy who knocked him down, who is pissed to find Harry here and accuses him of following a lead with out her. Harry protests that there wasn't time, it was a hot lead.

Murphy grunted. “How did you find this place?”

“I’m a wizard,” I told her, and waggled my arms as best I could. “Magic. What else?” Murphy growled, but hunkered down behind me and unlocked the cuffs. I rubbed at my wrists after they were freed. “How about you?”

“I’m a cop,” she said. “A car tailed us back to McAnally’s from the murder scene. I waited until it was gone and followed it back here.”

Neither Harry or Murphy saw the group leave and Murphy thinks they got out on the roof and goes inside to look. Harry warns her that they're werewolves and the woman is their leader. Murphy asks if their the killer and Harry isn't sure, they didn't feel, “Cold enough. Mean enough.” Murphy puts out an APB for the woman and tells Harry her car was a rental. Harry tells her not to put out the APB, that they're not the murder.

Murphy is getting annoyed. The woman followed them from a crime scene and according to Harry's spell, her blood was on the glass. That's good enough for her to bring the woman in. Harry warns her there could be consequences to the police harassing a pack of werewolves. Plus, whoever tore apart spike was not the same creature that was attacked Harry because it could have easily killed Harry.

Murphy is skeptical that Harry couldn't take a wolf with his magic and Harry goes on a rant about the hunting ability of a wolf and in the dark the wolf wins. Harry advises her to hold off the APB and Murphy reluctantly agrees to hold off until Harry delivers his werewolf report tomorrow morning. If there's nothing in the report of substance, she's going to pursue the only lead she's gotten.

Murphy’s flashlight flickered and then went out as the filament burst with an audible pop.

Murphy sighed in the darkness. “Nothing ever works right when you’re here. Sometimes, Harry,” she said, “I really hate hanging out with you.”

My Thoughts

See Harry, already in trouble with Murphy. Chapter six. Really breaking some records here. Lucky for you, she bought your excuse. And Harry gets defensive that she followed a lead without telling him. She's the cop, Harry. You're just the civilian consultant. I know you're the main character and all, but come on man.

So, we have a group of teenage werewolves led by an older, far more dangerous woman. They are definitely involved and after someone. But, the werewolves spared Harry so they maybe good werewolves?

Hey, Harry explains why he thinks its a bad idea for Murphy to put on APB instead of telling her its just supernatural stuff he can't talk about. Making progress, Harry.

Rereid of The Darkness That Comes Before, Part 14

Rereid of Prince of Nothing Trilogy

Book 1: The Darkness that Comes Before

by R. Scott Bakker

Part 4

The Warrior

Chapter 13

The Hethanta Mountains

Even the hard-hearted avoid the heat of desperate men. For the bonfires of the weak crack the most stone.

—Conriyan Proverb

So who were the heroes and the cravens of the Holy War? There are already songs enough to answer that question. Needless to say, the Holy War provided further violent proof of Ajencis’s old proverb, “Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying.”

—Drusas Achamian, Compendium of the Holy War

My Thoughts

Stay away from people who are desperate. They will do stupid stuff and drag you down with them. Good Proverb. These Conriyan are full of good advise. While Achamian quote is obviously about the politics behind the Holy War, the differences between Cnaiür and Kellhus are terrifying to Cnaiür (and me). Glad I don't have to deal with a Dûnyain.

Spring, 4111 Year-of-the-Tusk, the Central Jiünati Steppe

Cnaiür and Kellhus encounter fewer tribesman then they would have before the disaster of Kiyuth. Those they did encounter were typically made up of youths. As they travel, Kellhus presses Cnaiür for information on Shimeh. Cnaiür informs him it is a holy city to the Inrithi but the Fanim captured it. The Fanim believe it is their mission to the destroy the Tusk and thus have been at war with the Nansur Empire for many years. Cnaiür tells Kellhus of when he lead the Utemot in battle against the Fanim at Zirkirta to the south.

Kellhus asks about the Tusk and Cnaiür explains it is the first scripture of Men and the Scylvendi followed it before the birth of Lokung, the Scylvendi's now dead god. Kellhus asks about Lokung, and Cnaiür reveals that Lokung is the Scylvendi name for the No-God. Kellhus then asks if the Fanim will tolerate their presence.

Cnaiür thinks that he is unsure because of the Holy War. The Fanim were supposedly very tolerant of Inrithi pilgrims to Shimeh before the Holy War. Because of this, Cnaiür has chosen to head to the Nansur Empire to learn more about the situation instead of striking southeast across the Steppes to Kian. Cnaiür tells Kellhus that Fanim are tolerant of pilgrims.

As they travel, Cnaiür constantly thinks of murdering Kellhus in his sleep, but fears he would never find Moënghus without him. Occasionally, Kellhus would break the silence by asking about sorcery and Cnaiür, thinking it was harmless to speak of, would indulge Kellhus. After a few days, Cnaiür realized that Kellhus used the subject of sorcery to carefully guide the conversation to more important topics.

That night, Cnaiür tries to murder Kellhus but a “paroxysms of self-doubt and fury” seized him and he went back to his blankets. Weeks pass like this when they encounter the camp of that Akkunihor tribe in the shadow of the Hethanta Mountains. Xunnurit, King-of-the-Tribes, was the Chief of the Akkunihor. The camp was abandoned, dead. Kellhus asks what happened, and Cnaiür states “Ikurei Conphas.”

Then, with unaccountable certainty, he realized that Kellhus would kill him.

The mountains were looming, and the Steppe swept out behind them. Behind them. The son of Moënghus no longer needed him.

He’ll kill me while I sleep.

No. Such a thing could not happen. Not after traveling so far, after enduring so much! He must use the son to find the father. It was the only way!

“We must cross the Hethantas,” he declared, pretending to survey the desolate yaksh.

“They look formidable,” Kellhus replied.

“They are . . . But I know the shortest way.”

They camped in an abandoned yaksh and Cnaiür ignored Kellhus and pondered his circumstances and question his own motives. He realizes how foolish it is to use a Dûnyain and crawls out into the Steppes to cry and beat the earth in fury while howls of wolves seemed to mock him.

Afterward, he put his lips to the earth and breathed. He could feel him listening from somewhere out there. He could feel him knowing.

What did he see?

It did not matter. The fire burned and it had to be fed.

On lies if need be.

Because the fire burned true. The fire alone.

So cold against swollen eyes. The Steppe. The trackless Steppe.

The next morning, they enter the foothills and encounter a group of Scylvendi returning from pilgrimage. A group breaks off to ride towards them while others guard a group of captives. Unlike other groups, these are young men, not youths, of the Munuäti tribe. Cnaiür remembers the Munuäti being decimated by the Imperial Saik. Their leader appears arrogant and Kellhus warns he “sees us as an opportunity to prove himself.”

Cnaiür tells Kellhus to be quite. The man introduces himself as Panteruth urs Mutkius and is distrustful of Cnaiür. He tells him there are rumors of Scylvendi spies for the Empire, which explains how they were defeated. An argument ensues and the man mocks Cnaiür. Cnaiür strikes Panteruth and then a fight breaks out.

Some charge at them while others fire arrows which Kellhus easily swats out of the sky. Cnaiür draws his own bow and uses his horse as cover and fires back while Kellhus faces eight charging Munuäti. Cnaiür momentarily thinks Kellhus is dead but Kellhus kills all of them. In the end, Cnaiür and Kellhus killed or incapacitated all the Munuäti save one who prepares to charge Kellhus.

Leaning into his lance, the horseman howled, giving voice to the Steppe’s fury through the thud of galloping hoofs. He knows, Cnaiür thought. Knows he’s about to die.

As he watched, the Dûnyain caught the iron tip of the man’s lance with his sword, guiding it to turf. The lance snapped, jerking the Munuäti back against his high cantle, and the Dûnyain leapt, impossibly throwing a sandalled foot over the horse’s head and kicking the rider square in the face. The man plummeted to the grasses, where his leathery tumble was stilled by the Dûnyain’s sword.

What manner of man . . . ?

Anasûrimbor Kellhus paused over the corpse, as though committing it to memory. Then he turned to Cnaiür. Beneath wind-tossed hair, streaks of blood scored his face, so that for a moment he possessed the semblance of expression. Beyond him, the dark escarpments of the Hethantas piled into the sky.

Cnaiür kills the wounded until only Panteruth is left. Cnaiür beats him and yells at him. “Spies! … A woman's excuse!” Cnaiür beats and kicks the man, who weeps and cries out in pain and then Cnaiür chokes the life out of the man. Kellhus watches and realizes that Cnaiür is mad. When Cnaiür finishes, he tells him the captives are all women. Cnaiür states that the women are, “our prize.”

Serwë, one of the female captives, begs for Cnaiür's help as he approaches. The other women huddled in fear behind her. Cnaiür just slaps her to the ground. Cnaiür and Kellhus make camp and Cnaiür claims Serwë as his prize because she reminds him of Anissi.

Kellhus feels a sense of outrage as he watches Cnaiür rape Serwë and wonders from what darkness it comes from. Kellhus believes something is happening to him. Kellhus observes that Serwë has suffered much and has learned to hide it. He watches as Cnaiür speaks to her in a foreign language that sounds like a threat. Then Cnaiür frees her.

“You’ve freed her, then?” Kellhus asked, knowing this was not the case.

“No. She bears different chains now.” After a moment he added, “Women are easy to break.”

He does not believe this.

Kellhus asks what language they spoke, and Cnaiür answers, Sheyic, the language of the Nansur Empire. Cnaiür says he questioned Serwë about the state of the Empire and learned that there is a Holy War against the Fanim to retake Shimeh. Kellhus instantly wonders if this is why his father summoned him. Kellhus asks what's Serwë's name. “I didn't ask,” answers Cnaiür.

That night, as Cnaiür and Kellhus slumber, Serwë grabs a knife and goes to kill Cnaiür but is stopped by Kellhus who disarms her and pulls her away. He tells her his name and she replies with her own and starts to cry as he gently covers her with a blanket and she falls a sleep sobbing.

The next morning, Serwë's continues to feel the dread she's felt since she was capture by the Munuäti and feels even more scared with Cnaiür. She felt utterly alone and thought her Gods had abandoned her. She watches Cnaiür walk to the other women, who, like Serwë, came from the Gaunum household. The women begin to plead with Cnaiür, including wives of several nobles who had hated Serwë. One had an ugly bruise on her face and asked Serwë to tell Cnaiür that she was beautiful. Serwë pretended not to hear, too scared.

Cnaiür draws his knife and the women think he means to kill them when he uses his knife to open their manacles and sets them free. He tells the women that others will find them and that he will shoot any who follow and now the women begin to beg for him to stay. The others were envious that Serwë was staying with the Scylvendi and Serwë felt glad.

Barastas's wife marched forward, shrieking at Serwë to stay, that she owns her, and Cnaiür causally fires an arrow and kills her and Serwë feels a surge of terror and thinks she might vomit.

During the day, Serwë passed the time talking to Kellhus, who seemed to exude trust to her. She that she was a Nymbricani and was sold as a concubine to a the Nansur House of Gaunum. The wives of the Gaunum nobles were jealous of her beauty and how they strangled her first child when it was born. She was told “Blue babies … That's all you'll ever bear, child.” After three days, Kellhus had mastered Sheyic. At night, Serwë belonged to the Scylvendi.

She could not fathom the relationship between these two men, though she pondered it often, understanding that her fate somehow lay between them. Initially, she’d assumed that Kellhus was the Scylvendi’s slave, but this was not the case. The Scylvendi, she eventually realized, hated the Norsirai, even feared him. He acted like someone trying to preserve himself from ritual pollution.

At first this insight thrilled her. You fear! she would silently howl at the Scylvendi’s back. You’re no different from me! No more than I am!

But then it began to trouble her—deeply. Feared by a Scylvendi? What kind of man is feared by a Scylvendi?

She dared ask the man himself.

“Because I’ve come,” Kellhus had replied, “to do dreadful work.”

Serwë begins to wonder why Kellhus doesn't take her from the Scylvendi and she knew the reason. “She was Serwë. She was nothing.” A lesson she learned early on. She had a happy childhood. Her parents, particularly her mother, doted on her. When she was fourteen, her father sold her and she had much of her delusions knocked out of her. Her life as a concubine was fool of anxiety, she was trapped between the wives, who hated her beauty, and the husbands who lusted for her. She begin to take pride in seducing their husbands, it was all that was left to her.

Once, she was taken to Peristus's bed with his wife. Peristus's wife was an ugly woman and Peristus was using Serwë to get him ready. Serwë, out of spite, excited Peristus to much and stole his seed. She became pregnant, and Peristus's wife spent the entire time tormenting her about her child's death. She went to Peristus who just slapped her for bothering him. Serwë prayed to the gods for mercy but her child was “born blue.”

Serwë begin to pray for vengeance on the Gaunum and a year later all the men rode off to join the Holy War and the Scylvendi raided the villa and learned a new level of suffering with the Munuäti and she was filled with outrage.

Despite all her vanities and all her peevish sins, she meant something. She was something. She was Serwë, daughter of Ingaera, and she deserved far more than what had been given. She would have dignity, or she would die hating.

But her courage had come at a horrible time. She had tried not to weep. She had tried to be strong. She had even spit in the face of Panteruth, the Scylvendi who claimed her as his prize. But Scylvendi were not quite human. They looked down on all outlanders as though from the summit of some godless mountain, more remote than the most brutal of the Patridomos’s sons. They were Scylvendi, the breakers-of-horses-and-men, and she was Serwë.

But she had clung to the word—somehow. And watching the Munuäti die at the hands of these two men, she had dared rejoice, had dared believe she would be delivered. At last, justice!

When Cnaiür raped her after killing the Munuäti, Serwë realized that there was no justice, just the whim of powerful men. Serwë thought she was nothing, that was why everyone hurt her. Even Kellhus abandoned her at night.

When the crossed the Hethantas, Cnaiür confronts Kellhus, telling him he brought him to the Empire to kill him. Kellhus asks if Cnaiür actually wants to be killed by Kellhus. Kellhus had known for days that Cnaiür feared that Kellhus would kill him once they crossed the mountains. If Cnaiür could not kill the father, he would settle for the son. Crossing the Empire with a Scylvendi will just get you killed and Cnaiür knows there is nothing but the mission for a Dûnyain.

Such penetration. Hatred, but pleated by an almost preternatural cunning. Cnaiür urs Skiötha was dangerous . . . Why should he suffer his company?

Because Cnaiür still knew this world better than he. And more important, he knew war. He was bred to it.

I have use for him still.

Kellhus knows now he must join the Holy War to reach Shimeh. Kellhus doesn't know enough about war to properly harness it. Kellhus points out to Cnaiür his father has had thirty years to build his power base. Kellhus has need of a man who is as immune to Moënghus's methods. Cnaiür thinks Kellhus is trying to lull him into lower his guard.

Kellhus decides to demonstrate his skill and attacks Cnaiür with his sword. Serwë cheers for Kellhus to kill him as the pair trade blows. At the right moment, Kellhus grabbed Cnaiür sword arm but is not quick enough to stop Cnaiür landing a punch to his face and Kellhus realized he misjudged Cnaiür reflexes. Kellhus drops his sword and catches Cnaiür blade between his hands and disarms him and Kellhus proceeds to beat him on the ground on the ledge of a cliff. Kellhus subdues Cnaiür and holds him out over the edge.

“Do it!” Cnaiür gasped through snot and spittle. His feet swayed over nothingness.

So much hatred.

“But I spoke true, Cnaiür. I do need you.”

The Scylvendi’s eyes rounded in horror. Let go, his expression said. For that way lies peace. And Kellhus realized he’d misjudged the Scylvendi yet again.

He’d thought him immune to the trauma of physical violence when he was not. Kellhus had beaten him the way a husband beats his wife or a father his child. This moment would dwell within him forever, in the way of both memories and involuntary cringes. Yet more degradation for him to heap on the fire.

Kellhus hoisted him to safety and let him drop. Another trespass.

Serwë is weeping because Kellhus spared Cnaiür. Kellhus asks Cnaiür if he believes him know. Cnaiür finally answer that Kellhus thinks he needs him. Kellhus is perplexed and thinks Cnaiür becomes more erratic. Cnaiür points out that he is a heathen, no better than a Fanim. Kellhus tells him to pretend to convert. “... the Inrithi think they are the chosen ones … Lies that flatter are rarely disbelieved.” Cnaiür points out the Nansur won't care.

Kellhus doesn't understand Cnaiür reluctance to find Moënghus and then Kellhus realizes that Cnaiür despaired and had abandoned hope. Kellhus momentarily contemplates disposing of Cnaiür but knows he must posses the Holy War to succeed, but he would need instruction on how to properly wield it and thinks the odds of finding someone else with Cnaiür experience are slim. For now, he will stay this course unless crossing the Empire with a Scylvendi proves to difficult. Kellhus tells him their story, that Cnaiür is the last of his tribe who found Kellhus, a prince traveling from Atrithau to join the Holy War.

Though Cnaiür now understood, even appreciated, the path laid for him, Kellhus knew that the debate raged within him still. How much would the man bear to see his father’s death avenged?

The Utemot chieftain wiped a bare forearm across his mouth and nose. He spat blood. “A prince of nothing,” he said.

The next morning, the trio finds the spiked Scylvendi's heads that Conphas had lined the road to Momemn with. Serwë urges Kellhus to kill Cnaiür before the Nansur find them and Kellhus tells her that she mustn’t betray them. Serwë would never betray Kellhus, who she has fallen in love with. Kellhus tells her she must suffer and she weeps bitterly. Cnaiür tells her “Hold tight this moment, women … it will be your only measure of this man.”

Cnaiür gestures to the road line with spiked heads and says, “This is the way to Momemn.”

My Thoughts

Fanim tolerant are tolerant of Inrithi pilgrims. I bet the economy of Shimeh is dependent on these wealthy Inrithi coming to Shimeh, buying supposedly holy trinkets. Even in horribly dysfunctional fantasy worlds its funny to think the tourist trap exists and that bridges religious differences. Historically, Muslims have been tolerant of Christian pilgrims to the Holy Lands at times.

Kellhus relates his encounter with the non-man from the prologue, trying to learn everything he can about sorcery. However, Cnaiür is so distrustful of Kellhus that even when Kellhus tells a true story, Cnaiür doesn't believe him. Kellhus, this is the same problem people have with politicians. I just assume there lying whenever they speak, which is the same policy one should take with a Dûnyain.

When they approach the mountains, Cnaiür suddenly realizes his danger. Cnaiür is right, once his usefulness is over, Kellhus will discard him. However, Cnaiür, just because Kellhus doesn’t need you doesn't mean he'll kill you. However, given how much Dûnyain philosophy that Cnaiür knows, it might be a safe bet. It is great how he use Dûnyain Logos to continue his usefulness by pointing out Kellhus still doesn't know the paths through the mountains. Way to go, Cnaiür!

Wow! Cnaiür is starting to crack under the pressure.

When they enter the foothills, Cnaiür thinks of it as Dûnyain country because anything could be concealed around the corner but one might also climb a summit and see. It's a nice analogy that is proven right as they wonder right into the hostile Munuäti.

Cnaiür's battle madness and Kellhus's inhuman Dûnyain training all the pair to destroy the Munuäti. Cnaiür has no fear in the battle. As we see later on in the chapter, Cnaiür has a death wish. When Cnaiür beats Panteruth, he starts to beat him more harshly for crying. Cnaiür is beating Panteruth for displaying his own perceived weakness, that he cries.

Poor Serwë. Your life sucks. I'm so sorry.

Kellhus, its called compassion. That's what you feel when you watch Serwë's rape. Maybe embrace this feeling of caring for others instead of being a damned robot.

Kellhus instantly recognizes that the Holy War and his summons are not a coincidence.

As Serwë works up the nerve to kill Cnaiür she remembers his warning, “If you leave, I will hunt you, girl. As sure as the earth, I will find you . . . Hurt you as you have never been hurt.” It gives her the courage to attempt to kill him. Shame Kellhus stopped her. Kellhus begins his work on Serwë that very night. Don't be fooled, Serwë, the man doesn't care about you.

These poor women. To face the choice of being abandoned in the wilderness or staying with your rapist is terrible. Living is better than dieing, even if that life isn't very great. Interesting that the only one Serwë names is a fellow concubine, the other's she just thinks of as So-and-so's wife.

Wow, starting not to feel so bad for Barastas's wife know. Not cool killing babies. All Serwë known her entire life is rape. Sold by her father to be a concubine, which is nothing more than sex slave. No wonder Serwë is a little glad that they got left behind, up until Cnaiür put an arrow through Barastas's wife's throat.

You are worth something Serwë!

Cnaiür-Kellhus throw down is a great fight. Cnaiür holds his own for a while and even lands a blow, much to Kellhus surprise. In the end, Kellhus pulls off the ninja blade catch, which Mythbusters had a great episode on.

Serwë has fallen in love with Kellhus so the Dûnyain seduction is well underway. Now, Kellhus is starting to get her to understand that being raped nightly by Cnaiür is important and that there is a promise at the end of it. She is still bitter that he won't rescue her from the Sclyvendi. Cnaiür even tries to warn her about Kellhus, letting her know that tears is all she'll really get from the man. Poor Serwë. She's trapped between two despicable men.