Chainfire: Chainfire Trilogy Part 1

Dead-still cobwebs, heavy with dust, hung everywhere like drapes meant to decorate the room beneath the graves. Dozens of candles sat on tables and in some of the empty niches, giving the whole place a soft, otherworldly glow, as if all the dead above A

Beyond the diaphanous curtains of dust-choked cobwebs, amongst four massive tables that had been dragged together, stood Nathan. Disorderly stacks of books were piled high all around him on the tables.

"Ah, there you are," Nathan called from his book foil.

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"I had no idea that this place was down here," the young woman said in answer to the question that remained unasked on A

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Nathan snapped a book shut and placed it on a pile behind him. His straight white hair brushed his broad shoulders as he turned back. His hooded, dark azure eyes fixed on A

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"Nathan, what in the world is this place?"

"No need to whisper," he said. "See how the walls turn at all those odd angles? It cuts the echo."

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"There's something strangely familiar about the shape of this place."

"Concealment spell," the prophet said, offhandedly.

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"The configuration of the whole thing is in the form of a concealment spell." He gestured to each side when he saw the puzzled look she gave him. "It's not the layout of the entire place, the placement of rooms and the course of the various halls and passageways-like at the People's Palace —that is the spell-form, but rather it's the precise line of the walls themselves that make up the spell-form, as if someone drew the spell large on the ground and then simply built the walls touching right against that line before hollowing out the middle. Because the walls are a uniform thickness, that means that the outside of the walls are also the shape of the spell-form, so that lends lo reinforce the whole thing. Quite clever, actually."

For such a spell to work, it had probably been drawn in blood and with the aid of human bones. There would have been ample supply of those at hand.

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"I'm not entirely sure," he admitted with a sigh. "I don't know if these books were meant to be buried with the dead for all time, or they were being hidden, or there was some other purpose." Nathan beckoned with his hand. "This way. Let me show you something."

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Nathan leaned an elbow against the wall. "Look there," he said as he pointed a long finger downward, indicating one of the low, arched openings in the stone wall.

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All that was left were bones clothed in dusty tatters of robes. A leather belt circled the waist while a strap crossed over one shoulder. Skeletal arms were folded over the chest. Gold chains hung around the neck. A

"Any idea who he is?" she asked as she straightened and folded her hands before herself.

Nathan leaned down close to her.

"I believe he was a prophet."

"I thought there was no need to whisper."

He arched an eyebrow as he straightened his frame to its considerable height. "There are a number of other people interred here." He flicked a hand off toward the darkness. "Back that way."

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Nathan leaned down again, and whispered again. "Prophecy."

She frowned and looked back the way they had come. "Prophecy? You mean all of them? Those are all books of prophecy?"

"Most of them."

Excitement bubbled up through her. Books of prophecy were invaluable. They were the rarest of jewels. Such books could offer guidance, provide answers they needed, spare them futile endeavors, fill in gaps in their knowledge. Perhaps more than at any other time in history, they needed those answers. They needed to know more about the final battle in which Richard was supposed to lead them.

As of yet they had not discovered when this battle was to take place. With the frustrating vagary of prophecy, it could yet be many years off. For that matter, it was even possible that it was not to take place until Richard was an old man. With all the difficulties they had faced in the past several years, they could only hope that it was still many years off and they would have time to prepare. Prophecy could help with that.

The vaults at the Palace of the Prophets had been filled with thousands of volumes of prophecy, but they had all been destroyed along with the palace to prevent it from falling into the hands of Emperor Jagang. Better to lose such works for all time than allow evil to look upon their pages.

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"Nathan — this is wonderful."

She turned and looked up at the man. He was watching her in a way that made her fidgety. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm.

"Nathan, this is more than we could ever have hoped."

"This is something more than that," he said cryptically as he started hack. "There are books here that make me doubt my sanity," he said with a sullen flourish of an arm.

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He halted and turned a glare on her. "This is nothing to joke about."

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He shook his head, seeming to lose his momentary flash of ill humor. "I'm not even sure." His usual flamboyance was nowhere in evidence as he moved in among the tables he'd dragged together. His dark mood turned guarded. "I've been sorting the books."

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"Sorting them?"

He nodded. "These here in this pile don't appear to be of any real use to us. Most are prophecy long since outdated, contain only irrelevant records, or are in unknown languages-things like that."

He turned and slapped a hand to the top of another stack. Dust boiled up. "These here are all books that we had back at the palace." He swept his hand back and forth in front of the stacks of books piled high on the table behind him. "All of them. This whole tableful."