Book
1: The Darkness that Comes Before
by
R. Scott Bakker
Part
5
The
Holy War
Chapter
15
Momemn
Many have condemned
those who joined the Holy War for mercenary reasons, and doubtless,
should this humble history find its way into their idle libraries,
they will blast me as well. Admittedly, my reasons for joining the
Holy War were “mercenary,” if by that one means I joined it in
order to procure ends outside of the destruction of the heathen and
the reconquest of Shimeh. But there were a great many mercenaries
such as myself, and like myself, they inadvertently furthered the
Holy War by killing their fair share of heathen. The failure of the
Holy War had nothing to do with us. Did I say failure? Perhaps
“transformation” would be a better word.
—Drusas
Achamian, Compendium of the First Holy War
Faith is the truth of
passion. Since no passion is more true than another, faith is the
truth of nothing.
—Ajencis, the Fourth
Analytic of Man
My
Thoughts
Søren
Kierkegaard
19th
century existentialist philosopher taught that human desire that is
beyond reason is passion and since faith is beyond reason, it is a
passion. Faith drives humans to seek reality and truth that
transcends the world and since we cannot intellectually. Since one
cannot step outside the world and verify the truth of faith then it
is hard to intellectually call it faith.
Spring,
4111 Year-of-the-Tusk, Momemn
Xinemus has finally
convinced Proyas to see Achamian, and is cautioning Achamian as a
slave leads them into Proyas's pavilion. Achamian sees the pavilion
is disorganized, which is unlike Proyas and Xinemus answers that
turmoil and crisis has gripped Proyas and he has had his staff
“counting chickens,” a Conriyan phrase for futile endeavors
Proyas is losing to the game to the Emperor.
Achamian prostrates
himself when they enters Proyas section of the pavilion and Proyas
coldly greets Achamian, calling him, “Schoolman.” Achamian asks
about the raids in the valley and Proyas gets defensive about raiding
other Inrithi for food. Xinemus disagrees about the proprieties of
raiding fellow Inrithi and Proyas grows exasperated, pointing out
that the Emperor was all but starving them with the pittance. Rudely
he turns to Achamian and asks what he wants. Achamian realizes this
was a mistake.
Achamian starts by asking
Proyas if he remembers what he taught him all those years ago.
Impatiently, Proyas remembers and quickly grows tired of Achamian
“games.” Achamian carefully starts to lay his foundation for the
possibility that the Holy War has been compromised Achamian is here
to discover truth. Proyas asks if Achamian is here to lecture him,
and Achamian replies that those days are past and he is just here to
remind Proyas of what he was taught. Proyas derisively asks what he
needs reminding of.
“I would merely remind
you, my Prince, that when we’re most certain, we’re most certain
to be deceived.”
Proyas smiled menacingly.
“Ah . . . you would challenge my faith.”
“Not challenge—merely
temper.”
“Temper, then. You’d
have me ask new questions, consider troubling ‘possibilities.’
And what, pray tell, are these troubling possibilities?” The
sarcasm was naked now, and it stung. “Tell me, Achamian, how great
a fool have I become?”
In that instant, Achamian
understood the depth to which the Mandate had been crippled. Not only
had they become preposterous, they had become stale, a matter of
rote. How does one recover credibility from such an abyss?
Achamian continues on,
nonetheless, and points out that Holy War may not be as it seems.
Proyas pretends astonishment and then goes on a spiel about the
Emperor's “lecherous means to Restore his Empire,” to the “venal
instrument of conquest and glory” of his peers to whatever vehicle
the Scarlet Spire plots. Proyas asks, “What if this Holy War
is in fact divine, a good in and of itself?” Achamian
concedes that it's not impossible and Proyas's anger subsides and
apologizes and offers the excuse that “the God tests me.” Proyas
reveals that Galeoth troops led by Coithus Saubon massacred a village
on similar foraging raids to Proyas and Achamian realizes that Proyas
has defied Maithanet and sees hope in turning Proyas.
Achamian points this out
and Proyas gets defensive and asks if the possibility of Maithanet
being a Consult agent what Achamian wants him to consider. Achamian
replies yes. Proyas careful says that he respects the Mandate mission
and understands the “myths” that Achamian lives and asks if
Achamian knows that it is blasphemy for him to consider that.
Achamian understands and Proyas asks if there is actual proof of his
suspicions. Achamian tells of Inrau's death in Sumna and Proyas
dismiss that, since death is what would happen to any spy caught.
Achamian then reveals that Maithanet can see the Few.
This forced a pause, but
little else. “And you think I don’t know this? I was there, Akka!
So he, like other great Shriahs before him, has the gift of seeing
the Few. What of it?”
Achamian was dumbstruck.
“What of it?” Proyas
repeated. “What does it mean other than that he, unlike you,
chose the path of righteousness?”
Achamian protest that the
dreams have become intense lately, that this has to mean something.
Proyas snorts derisively. Proyas points out that Achamian is
dismissive of Proyas faith about the God. When Proyas was a child,
Achamian told him regarding God, “I've never met the man.” Proyas
points out that Achamian has the same faith in the Consult.
His [Proyas's] voice
hardened. “Faith is the truth of passion, Achamian, and no passion
is more true than another. And that means there’s no possibility
you could speak that I could consider, no fear you could summon that
could be more true than my adoration. There can be no discourse
between us.”
“Then I apologize . . .
We’ll speak of this no more! I didn’t mean to offend—”
“I knew this would pain
you,” Proyas interrupted, “but it must be said. You’re a
blasphemer, Achamian. Unclean. Your very presence is a
trespass against Him. An outrage. And as much as I once loved
you, I love my God more. Far more.”
Proyas continues and says
that Xinemus can continue to see Achamian, his soul is his own, but
Proyas will not. Achamian, hurt by Proyas's statement, promise to
leave him alone and asks only that Proyas ask Maithanet about Inrau's
supposed suicide. Ask if Maithanet had him killed. Proyas asks why he
would do this. “Because you loved me once,” answers Achamian
before leaving. As he stood outside, Achamian mourns the death of all
his students.
Inside the pavilion,
Proyas asks what Xinemus disapproves of know. Xinemus asks Proyas if
he felt his actions regarding Achamian were “wicked or righteous.”
Proyas thinks and then answers that he felt nothing.
That night, Achamian
dreams of the death of High King Celmomas and his Prophecy. The
dreams plays out the same as it did in Chapter 1 with Celmomas having
a vision of his son riding through the sky and his son tells him, “An
Anasûrimbor would return … at the end of the world.” The
High King then dies and Seswatha/Achamian mourns him.
Esmenet is shopping in a
marketplace accompanied by Ertiga and Hansa, Sarcellus's body slaves.
Esmenet is confused what her role is now. She is no longer a
prostitute and thanks to Sarcellus, she is dressed liked the wife of
a minor lord but isn't a wife. As the three shop, she notices a young
man, an officer in the Eothic Guard, watching her. The man is very
handsome, and Esmenet is excited by the attention. She is wearing a
hasas, a linen wrapped garment popular amongst prostitutes for
the way it would open on the side, revealing skin and enticing
potential client. Esmenet leans over, exposing hidden flesh to the
man who hungrily watches. She wonders if other women played these
games in Sumna.
Esmenet notices Ertiga
and Hansa giggling at her and demands to know what they are doing.
Ertiga petulantly answers nothing. A spice merchant starts yelling at
Ertiga for not showing respect to her mistress. Ertiga and Hansa have
never acted properly with Esmenet. At first, Esmenet thought they
were jealous of her, but now she suspects Sarcellus was responsible
for their attitudes. Angry, she orders the girls to return to the
pavilion. Ertiga sneers at Esmenet and spits at her feet.
The spice merchant starts
to beat Ertiga for disrespecting her mistress and Hansa pulls her
away and the two girls run off. Esmenet thanks the merchant who asks
if she wants to buy any of his spices.
Esmenet realizes for the
first time that she was alone since she met Sarcellus. Whenever
Sarcellus wasn't around, the two slave girls were with her, watching
her. She wonders if Sarcellus feared she would seek out Achamian and
she is suddenly reminded of why she left Sumna in the first place.
They were watching Akka.
They! He had to be told!
But then why did she hide
from him? Why did she dread the thought of bumping into him each time
she left the encampment? Whenever she glimpsed someone who resembled
him, she would instantly look away, afraid that if she did not, she
might make whoever it was into Achamian. That he would see her,
punish her with a questioning frown. Stop her heart with an anguished
look . . .
The spice merchant
continues asking what she wants to buy and she notices the Eothic
guard still staring at her and she feels a flush of heat in her
loins. Esmenet decides she wants the stranger and stares back at the
man. The stranger motions to the far end of the marketplace and she
felt a nervous flutter. She thanks the merchant again and walks to
where the stranger indicated. The stranger follows her until they
reach a deserted area.
The man embraces her and
she tells him that he has to pay, “No one eats for free.” Twelve
silver talents is her price, and he's willing to pay until he sees
her tattoo that marks her as a whore from Sumna. The man changes his
mind, and won't pay more than twelve copper talents.
“Silver,” she said.
Her voice sounded uncertain.
“A bruised peach is a
bruised peach, no matter how you dress it.”
“Yes,” she whispered,
feeling tears brim in her eyes.
“What was that?”
“Yes! Just hurry!”
Esmenet climaxes the
moment the man enters her and a second time before he finishes.
Afterward, the man is shamed at what he did and quickly leaves.
Esmenet remains, trying to regain her composure Images of black seed
on her belly flashes through her mind and she drops the copper coins.
Esmenet returns to
Sarcellus's camp and finds Hansa and Ertiga bruised from the spice
monger's beating. Ertiga continues to show insolence to Esmenet.
Sarcellus asks where Esmenet has been and she says just walking.
Esmenet thinks Sarcellus is smelling her when he reaches out and
grabbed her. Sarcellus wants to have sex with her and she protests,
still having the strangers seed n her.
When she's naked,
Sarcellus asks who she was with. She doesn't answer and turns to the
bed when Sarcellus violently grabs her. He slaps her and demands to
know if it was Achamian. Hatred for Sarcellus stabbed through her and
she hissed yes. Sarcellus releases her and apologized.
He embraced
her—desperately. At first she remained stiff, but when he began
sobbing, something within her broke. She relented, relaxed against
the press of his arms, breathed deep his smell—myrrh, sweat, and
leather. How could this man, so stern, more self-assured than any she
had known, weep at striking someone like her? Treacherous.
Adulterate. How could he—
“I know you love him,”
she heard him whisper. “I know . . .”
But Esmenet was not so
sure.
Achamian is surprised
that Proyas has summoned him to a knoll overlooking the Holy War's
camp. Proyas had realized he need Achamian and is annoyed by Achamian
attitude. Achamian is curt and lacks deference and Proyas chastise
him for not showing proper respect to Proyas's station. Achamian,
using Proyas's diminutive name, Prosha, asks why after not even a
week of being banned, did he summon him. Proyas tells Achamian that
it's not his place to question him.
Achamian points out that
even princes answer to reason. Proyas protests that he summoned a
Mandate Schoolman based on their treaty and Achamian was just the
nearest one. Proyas doesn't want to be drawn into another lecture
today. Achamian, however, persists, saying he thought on Proyas's
words from last time.
“What of it?”
Please, old tutor,
leave this for another day!
“There’s faith that
knows itself as faith, Proyas, and there’s faith that confuses
itself for knowledge. The first embraces uncertainty, acknowledges
the mysteriousness of the God. It begets compassion and tolerance.
Who can entirely condemn when they’re not entirely certain they’re
in the right? But the second, Proyas, the second embraces certainty
and only pays lip service to the God’s mystery. It begets
intolerance, hatred, violence . . .”
Proyas scowled. Why
wouldn’t he relent? “And it begets, I imagine, students who
repudiate their old teachers, hmm, Achamian?”
The sorcerer nodded. “And
Holy Wars . . .”
Proyas is unsettled by
that statement and quotes scripture at Achamian. Achamian scowls at
him and Proyas feels disappointment from Achamian and sees pity in
Achamian's eyes. Proyas tells Achamian not to judge him and wearily
Achamian asks, again, why was he summoned. Proyas tells Achamian
about Iryssas finding of a Scylvendi wanting to join the Holy War.
Achamian is confused, asking if its a joke. Proyas's isn't sure, that
why he summoned Achamian here. He expects Iryssas's arrival soon.
Proyas relates what he
heard, that the Scylvendi travels with a foreign prince and a woman
and that he claims to know the “Fanim manner of war.” He has
defeated them and offers to share what he knows with the Holy War.
Achamian realizes that
Proyas is hoping to defeat the Emperor's maneuvering with the
Scylvendi. Proyas asks if Achamian has heard of the Scylvendi
defeating the Fanim. Achamian says he heard of Scylvendi raiding of
Fanim lands while in Shimeh. Proyas is stunned to learn that Achamian
has been to Shimeh and Achamian, annoyed at the interruption, says
he's been lots of places. Achamian continues, saying there was an
expedition to steppes and the army, along with twenty Cishaurim, did
not return.
Achamian continues,
though, asking why a Sclyvendi help an Inrithi. Proyas asks if they
hate us that much and Achamian asks, “Does a Momic Priest hate the
bull whose throat he cuts?” For the Scylvendi, everyone else is
their sacrifice which makes one joining the Holy War like …
Achamian struggles with an analogy and Proyas, dismayed, says like
striking a bargain with a sacrificial animal.
Proyas is dismayed and
Achamian has never seen Proyas, even as a child, look so fragile.
Achamian quickly points out that after Conphas's victory things may
have changed. Proyas notices an approaching column and it is Xinemus,
whom Proyas sent to meet Iryssas, returning with the Scylvendi.
From despair to eagerness
in the bat of an eye. He’ll make a dangerous king, Achamian
involuntarily thought. That is, if he survived the Holy War.
Achamian swallowed,
tasted dust on his teeth. Habit, especially when combined with dread,
made it easy to ignore the future. But this was something he could
not do. With so many warlike men gathered in one place, something
catastrophic simply had to follow. This was a law as inexorable as
any in Ajencis’s logic. The more he remembered it, the more
prepared he would be when the time came.
Somewhere, someday,
thousands of the thousands about me will lie dead.
The nagging question, the
one he found morbid to the point of sickness and yet felt compelled
to ask, was, Who? Who will die? Someone must.
Me?
Achamian is chilled at
the sight of the Scylvendi and Proyas asks what's wrong. Achamian
remembers the dreams of the Apocalypse and the Scylvendi looks the
same as those who joined the No-God two thousand years ago and
Achamian has trouble sorting out the past from the present for a few
moments. He stood upon ancient Kyraneas, destroyed by the Scylvendi
during the Apocalypse and realized that Momemn was then a small town
called Monemora.
Proyas is excited and
sees in the Scylvendi someone who shares an enemy with the Nansur
Empire and hopes an alliance can be made. Achamian protests, unnerved
by his dreams lately, and says the Scylvendi is a heathen. Proyas
points out that so is Achamian and then upbraids Achamian for giving
poor counsel. Xinemus leads the Scylvendi and his party up the hill
to Proyas who greets Cnaiür, praising his fierce look. The Scylvendi
remains silent and Proyas frowns. Achamian tells him that Scylvendi
think “wry compliments” are unmanly.
Cnaiür asks who Achamian
is and spits when he learns he's a sorcerer. Proyas lets Cnaiür know
he can have him delivered to the Nansur if he doesn't cooperate and
asks who he is. When Achamian learns he is of the Utemot tribe, he is
further unnerved. The King-of-Tribes during the Apocalypse was
Sathgai of the Utemot. Achamian tells him what he knows of the
Utemot.
Proyas nodded. “So tell
me, Cnaiür urs Skiötha, why would a Scylvendi wolf travel so far to
confer with Inrithi dogs?” The
Scylvendi as much sneered
as smiled. He possessed, Achamian realized, that arrogance peculiar
to barbarians, the thoughtless certitude that the hard ways of his
land made him harder by far than other, more civilized men. We
are, Achamian thought, silly women to him.
“I have come,” the
man said bluntly, “to sell my wisdom and my sword.”
Cnaiür lies and says his
tribe is dead and his people have repudiated him and he has renounced
his lands and come to join the Inrithi. Proyas asks what he knows of
the Kian matter of war. Cnaiür tells of the Fanim defeat at Zirkirta
eight years ago. Cnaiür personally killed Hasjinnet, Skauras's son.
Proyas continues questioning, asking if he knows Kianene tactics and
asks if he could describe them. Cnaiür says he could. Proyas quickly
relates to Cnaiür how the Empire is holding the Holy War hostage
with his Indenture and how Cnaiür could be the instrument to defeat
him.
Cnaiür realizes that
Conphas is the Emperor's price and Proyas fears Maithanet will sell
the Holy War. Cnaiür is amused that he will be “the
Exalt-General's surrogate.” Achamian realizes he must hate Conphas
because of Kiyuth. Proyas asks Achamian if thinks the Scylvendi is
here for revenge and Achamian tells Proyas to ask him and ask who
travels with them. Proyas asks why Cnaiür joined the Holy War and
Kellhus steps forward, saying he is the reason.
“And just who are you?”
Proyas asked of the man.
The clear blue eyes
blinked. The serene face dipped only enough to acknowledge an equal.
“I am Anasûrimbor Kellhus, son of Moënghus,” the man said in
heavily accented Sheyic. “A prince of the north. Of Atrithau.”
Achamian gaped,
uncomprehending. Then the name, Anasûrimbor, struck him like a
sudden blow to the stomach. Winded him. He found himself reaching
out, clutching Proyas’s arm.
This can’t be.
Proyas warns Achamian to
stay silent with a glance and addressed Kellhus, saying he has a
powerful name. Celmomas prophecy echoes in Achamian's head as Proyas
and Kellhus speak. Kellhus says he has come on pilgrimage to “die
for the Tusk.” Proyas asks who Kellhus learned of the Holy War in
Atrithau and, hesitantly, Kellhus answers “Dreams. Someone sent me
dreams.”
My
Thoughts
Proyas black mood seems
to me more about being forced to disobey the Shriahs orders against
pillaging just so he can supply his men. Having to play this game
with the Emperor with such Holy matters is not something Proyas is
equipped to handle.
That's a low blow,
Proyas, pointing out that Xinemus is Achamian's only friend. Achamian
is a lonely guy.
Achamian this is not the
way to bring someone to your view. You should study apologetics. It
can be very difficult to covert someone of a different faith and one
of the best ways is to use their own teachings to lead them to your
viewpoint.
Interesting that Proyas
doesn't know if he feels what he did was right or wrong in throwing
out Achamian. He still cares for his tutor but is blinded by his
beliefs which call Achamian an abomination.
Before Achamian Dreamed,
he had a dream of Inrau warning him: “They're here, old teacher!
In ways you cannot see!” Considering the skin spies, there is
truth in this dream. But whether this is really Inrau or just a
nightmare that happens to be true is left open.
Esmenet is not sure of
her place anymore. Esmenet enjoys the attention of the handsome man
because she fears getting older and her beauty fading. She charges
money because she has no self worth. From the way men have treated
her to the trauma she's still suffering from the Consult rape.
Esmenet figures out that
Sarcellus is watching her but thinks that ridiculous. Just keep that
line of thinking up, Esmenet. Trust your instincts on Sarcellus and
get away from him.
Creepy, Sarcellus, smelling her. And the way he's aroused by smelling the other man on Esmenet. He almost lost control. These skin spies are a real piece of work.
Esmenet's feelings about
Achamian are confused. She's afraid he will reject her after she
walked all this way and she's doesn't think she can handle it. How
many of us were too afraid to ask out someone we liked for that same
reason and watched them slip away.
Achamian quote on faith
is a great one. Acknowledging both the good and bad of faith.
The sight of Cnaiür
causes Achamian to have some PTSD flashbacks to the war and he is
off-balanced for the entirety of the meeting. It also makes him very
suspicious of Cnaiür's actions.
Cnaiür quickly figures
out why Proyas needs him and realizes he has a strong bargaining
position. Lucky for Cnaiür and Kellhus that the Emperor is such a
jackass. Probably, more lucky for Cnaiür since I'm sure Kellhus
could talk his way out of most problems.
Poor Achamian. It must be
hard to realize the end of the world is at hand.