The other lands

The thing was, she knew that the eyes looking at her, though they appeared to be Yoen's, were not his. They were the messenger's, and it was he who was seeing enough to be able to take part in this conversation. Yoen himself did not see her. He had instilled himself and his words inside this man at least a fortnight ago. They had lived in him, and now the vessel let them out. More than that, he shaped them. He spoke and reacted with Yoen's voice and mind, even though Yoen himself was not part of it. Mor had never understood the process. And she had never liked it.

"What do the elders wish of me?" Mor asked.

"Tell me of the Akaran."

She could tell him things, but whatever responses he made to what she said had to have been embedded in the vessel weeks ago. It made little sense, but few of the things the People had learned from the Lothan Aklun did. She answered as fully as she could, telling Yoen everything that seemed important. She did leave out how she had reacted during her first encounter with Dariel, but that was a detail, not the substance he needed.

"Do you believe he speaks truly?"

With more bitterness than she intended, Mor said, "I don't know what truth means to Acacians."

Yoen's eyes stared at her. Waited.

"He seems to believe himself. He is earnest, but that doesn't mean he's truthful. He may just be foolish."

"We must be careful with him," Yoen's voice said, after considering this for a long moment. "If he is the living prophecy, he must be allowed to find it himself. We ca

Mor's eyes widened. A true test meant a task to be accomplished in the real world, with real danger. "And if he dies?"

"Then he is not the Rhuin Fa. Mor, my dearest, go with the-"

"Wait," Mor interrupted what she knew to be the begi

Though he only had his eyes to express emotion, Mor was sure she could see the look of fatigued love Yoen had so often showered upon her. "Dearest, how do you know that's not how prophecy works?"

That question was still circling through Mor's mind half an hour later, after she had parted with Yoen, bade the vessel farewell, and worked her way back down under Avina. Tu

"It's all right," she said, reaching out and touching the brawny bulk of his forearm. "I have no orders to harm him. He will just be tested further."

Tu

"Yes, Tu

Once she was alone in the cramped passageway, Mor leaned against the stone wall next to the door. As in all these abandoned regions, the door was old and half rotten. It sat slightly ajar, tugging at hinges that probably would not hold much longer. There was enough space that Mor could listen, knowing she was hidden from the speakers inside.

Tu

Mor noted that Skylene and Dariel spoke with an alarming level of familiarity. She did not like it. Were they all so infatuated with the Akaran? Even Skylene, her lover? The thought of it almost drove her into the room, but she was not ready yet, and did not want to enter until she knew what she would say and could do it without hesitation. Anyway, she had agreed that Skylene would be kind to him in ways that she was not willing to be. Perhaps that was all she was doing-playing a role a little too well.

Dariel spoke easily enough. The topic now-his naval battles with the league during the war with Hanish Mein-seemed to fire his oratory. He wants us to think him a hero, Mor thought, and because of it she wanted to doubt his version of events. Still, it was easy to listen to him, easy to forget her skepticism as he told of ships smashing together, of nighttime raids, hidden raider camps, and the great work of sabotage that destroyed much of the league's platforms. Mor remembered that place well, and it was stu

"Why did you hate them so?" Skylene asked, the scratch of a scribe's stylus right behind her words. "Your family did-and does-partner with them. You came here with them-"

"It was personal back then. There I was, a prince of an overthrown empire, hiding among brigands, fighting the league because they made life hard for the criminals who were my new family… Yet I came here, allied with them, more aware than ever of their crimes, but was then betrayed by them to the people who enslave you. And now I'm in your hands. All very amusing." He laughed. "How can I live day after day, trying to make decisions, and yet feel that I've not had one moment of control of any of it?"

"At least you laugh," Tu

"At some point, what else can I do?"

"You control more than you acknowledge," Skylene's voice said. "I would have loved to have seen the platforms destroyed."

"That didn't come without a price."

"What was the price?"

Dariel took a moment to respond. "I lost a person dear to me, the man who was my second father."

A second father. Mor recalled Yoen's eyes embedded in the vessel's face, but then pushed the image away. It was not the same. Whatever the Akaran had experienced, his loss was nothing compared to what each of the People suffered.

Dariel continued, "And I came to understand later that my actions killed many quota children. I wish that weren't so. It was children like you who died there."

Mor felt like clearing her throat and spitting, or bursting into the room and slapping him again. What right did he have to make those deaths a weight on his conscience? It was an indulgence he didn't deserve. She was pleased by what Skylene said in reply.

"You Akarans dwell on past failures too much. I'm begi

"Yes," Dariel said, no indication in his voice that he took offense. Mor imagined him gri

This was met with a moment of silence, then Skylene cleared her throat. Mor imagined the tight face she was making, the way she would dip her head and sweep her left hand from her forehead up lightly across her plumage. "What do you want to know?" she asked.

"Everything."

"That's a bit too much to tell at one sitting."

"Tell me about the Auldek, then."