bookandnovel Chapter .8
Chapter .8
Chapter .8
Griffon,
The Risen Flame
For a time I just leaned against that forward rail, basking in the afterglow of our survival while Sol wrangled the crew. My arms burned, throbbing painfully where I had torn the muscles while acting as an anchor weight. It felt as though my skull had been stuffed full of wool and buzzing insects, the effect only worsening the more I probed my memories in search of answers. Somewhere in that empty space between Olympia and now, my hearts blood had been reduced even further.
While Sol grilled his men for answers and Selene scampered up the mast to the crows nest, I called upon the healing hands of my intent. They spun into being around me, the manifestations of my pneuma made visible by the dry blood that coated each of them from fingertip to wrist, and went to work mending my torn muscles.
I inhaled slowly, steadily, bidding the wheel of channels to move inside my flesh. It obeyed, burning and turning, and to my deep satisfaction I felt the confirmation of a prior suspicion - the burden of my healing hands lightened. The wheel made their efforts twice as effective, for half the prior cost.
Selene beat the Eos scarlet sail like an old blanket as she shot up the mast, searching its folds with sharp eyes. Whatever had rattled my brother and I so severely, it hadnt laid a finger on my sister. She was still every bit the nimble Heroine, while I felt the same way Sol had looked when he staggered out of the Orphic House in Thracia. My brother was little better off than me, remaining on his feet only by virtue of spite and the bronze spear hed pulled from his shadow to leverage as a walking stick.
Whatever entity it was that had put its filthy hands on our hearts and minds, I didnt know. Sol didnt either, and I could tell from the looks on their faces that the crew wouldnt have anything meaningful to tell him when he asked. Something ominous had taken place on this ship, that much was clear. But there wasnt a living soul among us that could remember it.
Of course, that still leaves you.
The lingering spirit that called itself my ancestor chuckled, the sound just as I remembered - deep, menacing, and vaguely bored. Of all the lived experiences that had been stolen from me, our thief had left behind the one thing that Id have freely given.
How cruel.
Selene vaulted up over the lip of the crows nest. I sneered at the spirit lingering in my blindside. Cruel, me? No, the true cruelty was a perfectly fine piece of jewelry being wasted on a-
Theyre gone!
Sols head snapped up, the riptide current of his influence sweeping over the ship as he took another count of those on board. I saw it, the moment that he realized what hed missed. What we had both missed in our torpor.
Selene leaned out from the crows nest, panicked. Lync and Sorea! Theyre gone!
Something flashed behind my brothers eyes. Something that wasnt quite terror, wasnt quite rage. He turned to the men whod gathered in loose ranks around him, and barked a word Id never heard before today.
About face! That was what the worldly tongue rendered as its meaning, but beneath that, the true word was vertere. A Latin word of power - a captains order. It wasnt the first of its kind that Sol had spoken in the days since hed taken our crew into the fold. And like the rest that had come before it, I watched it move the men on its own.
As one, like it had been rehearsed, the new men of the Fifth pivoted on their right heels and spun to face the stern. Sol ground his teeth in frustration.
The ship, he corrected himself, pressing vainly against the Niles current with gravitas. We have to turn the ship around.
I waved the bronze boarding hook. And what? Give the whirlpool a second taste of us?
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The oars will break long before this river does if we try to row against it, I told him through our joined shadows. Even if they were made of adamantine, our crew is not.
He stared hard at me, his shadow rippling. Then we beach the ship. Retrace our steps.
Retrace them where? I cant remember a thing. Can you?
We both reached for some touchstone, some beacon in the wine-dark waves of our recollection, and both of us grimaced as the drums beat double-time against our skulls.
Selene leapt from the crows nest, twisting with a Heroines careless artistry in midair and pulling her spear from the fold in her silks. I tucked and rolled sideways across the deck, separating my shadow from Sols as she thrust her penumbral spear down.
The shadow cast by her spear sank into the shadow cast by Sol, but my brother didnt dodge. His jaw tightened, and his right hand lashed out to catch the Oracles spear by its prophecy-carved shaft. Selene gasped but hung on, hanging a handspan above the surface of the deck. A few of the men eased back, watching her warily. The rest had turned and torn across the deck, overturning rowing benches and calling out the ornery pirate childs name.
Sol stared flatly at Selene. Why.
You were doing it again. She glared back at him, dangling. Cutting me out of things.
There are less violent ways to make yourself heard.
Less effective ways, perhaps. If I want the two of you to understand me, what choice do I have but to speak your primary language?
Sol snorted, unimpressed. I raised one hand, the other kneading at my aching temple.
If I may? I asked politely.
Sephor-shut.
Sol dropped to one knee in a smooth, controlled motion. His shadow mingled with ours, the raven within the captains mantle shifting in agitation.
Do you remember what I told you the day we left for Thracia? he asked me in the ravens voice.
Of course.
Sol offered a hand to his wounded soldier, and after a moment of hesitation the emaciated Egyptian took it. Sol pulled him up to a seated position, and he kept their hands clasped. Slowly, the soldiers fear faded.
The Egyptians believe a man exists in eight parts. Khet and Sah, the physical and the spiritual bodies. Ib and Ka, the heart and the vital breath. Sekhem and Ba, the power and the presence. Ren, the mans name. And Shut.
The shadow in his frame, whispered Sephor-shut.
Jarringly, Sephor the man spoke overtop of his own shadow, his voice rough with pain and unease.
Captain, what is this? What happened?
Sol considered him. What do you remember?
Nothing, answered the man.
Everything, declared his shadow.
I saw nothing but the deck. I heard nothing but the beating of my own heart. I swear it, captain, on my life! Around us, the men muttered their agreements. Sol stared hard at his soldier, then nodded and pulled him to his feet.
Tell us everything, Sols raven commanded. What did you see? Leave nothing out. He guided the shaken soldier to a bench and sat down beside him on it, gathering the other soldiers to him and questioning each of them on their recollections while our shadows did the real work.
It came from the coast. You felt it first, but it was too late by then. It blotted out the land and sea, smothered the sun with its arrival. It knew your face, and it named you Captain. Captain of the salt that shrivels corpses. Captain of the ash that falls from sundered heaven.
What was it? I asked, at the same time that Sol asked, What did it want?
It wanted you to remember its face, Sephor-shut murmured. It wanted you to return its greeting in kind.
Selene was beside me, whispering questions in my ear. I leaned forward, entranced, the thunder in my skull doubling and redoubling with every word the shadow spoke. Like sharks beneath the wine-dark waves, the memories swam and struggled towards the surface. The closer they came, the worse the pain. It wasnt that the moments had been stolen. No, it was a deeper violation than that. Theyd been sealed within our own souls, shunted into a corner of ourselves that was closed off to the rest.
More than anything, that was what made my heart skip. The realization that my lack of clarity wasnt restricted to just the world outside myself. There was a portion of myself that was stranger to my eye.
The gods gave you a weapon the day that you were born, my father once said. You can play with knives once youve mastered your bodys full potential.
A man couldnt truly master a sword until hed first mastered his body. That principle applied to more than just martial cultivation. It applied to more than just violence. The drums thundered on, growing louder still. I had decided that I would strive to understand this world and all of its wonders. I had resolved to find the truth, in all of its myriad forms. And yet, I still didnt know the full truth of myself?
Better that the memories had been stolen. Better that the walls had been broken down and the treasures taken from their vaults. Better dead than derelict in duty to my soul. This would not stand. I refused.
While I wrestled with the thunder and the waves, Sol glowered at the sun.
What was her name?
He asked it like he already knew.
I breached the surface of the waves within me, heedless of the roaring thunder, diving down in search of silent sharks. My vision wavered at the edges, Selenes whispers turning frantic. I ignored the pain of something breaking, venturing deeper into the dark.
What was her name?
Sephor-shut spoke a word that slipped through my fingers, slippery as an eel. It melted like sea foam on my tongue. Fleeting. Familiar.
Lie, my dead ancestor said, and pulled me from the waves. The thunder fell away, and I found myself present in my own body once more. Staring across the deck at Sol, who was staring back at me.
Lie, I echoed, interrupting a man halfway through his recollection of events. The sea dog turned to me in panic, wondering what hed said wrong.
The shadow of the Egyptian held its hands out to its sides and splayed all ten fingers wide.
Then, slowly, deliberately, it folded one finger down.