Chapter no 29 – Laia

A Reaper at the Gates

The past shall burn, and none will slow it.

The Nightbringer told me what was coming. He might as well have screamed his plans into my face. And I was too much of a fool to see it.

โ€œNoโ€”Laiaโ€”stop!โ€ I barely hear the voice over the roar of flames in the refugee camp. I push through the crowds of gobsmacked Mariners and Scholars, up toward the city. I could still make it to the library. I could still find the book on the Augurs. Only the upper levels of the library burn. Perhaps the lower levels have survivedโ€”

โ€œWhat theย hellsย are you doing?โ€ Musa spins me around, face streaked with ashes and tears. โ€œThe Mariners have left the refugee camp. They’re heading to the library to try to save it. The Scholars need help, Laia!โ€

โ€œGet Darin!โ€ I shout. โ€œAnd Zella and Taure. Iย mustย get to the library, Musa.โ€

โ€œAapan, there are still Scholars whoโ€”โ€

โ€œWhen will you understand? The Resistance doesn’t matter. Theย onlyย thing that matters is stopping him. Because if we don’t, he sets the jinn free, and everyone diesโ€”including all those we’ve saved.โ€

His answer is lost in the panic all around us. I turn and run, throwing on my invisibility and cutting through the Mariners pushing past the front gate. Hundreds of Adisa’s residents pour into the streets, many watching the library burn, stunned, others hoping to help. Fire brigade wagons scream through the streets, and soldiers unroll great snakelike hoses to pump water in from the sea.

I fly past all of them, thanking the skies for my invisibility. By the time I reach the Great Library itself, blue-robed librarians stream from the front entrances, carrying books and scrolls and artifacts, pushing carts filled with priceless tomes. Many try to return, but the blaze spreads, and their countrymen hold them back.

But there is no one to stop me, and I squeeze past the bottleneck of Mariners who are escaping through the front doors. The lower levels of the library are a sort of controlled chaos. A Mariner man stands atop a

desk, bellowing orders at a small army of men and women. They obey as quickly and efficiently as if he were a Mask threatening whippings.

I gaze up. Even the first level of this place is absolutely massive, a labyrinth with a dozen hallways branching every which way. What are the chances that a book on Augur prophecies would be on this floor?

Think, Laia!ย The Mariners have been entrusted with the world’s knowledge for centuries because they’re careful and organized. Which means there must be a map around here somewhere. I find it carved into a plaque on the wall beside the head librarian. The library has more than twenty levels and so many types of books that my head spins. But just when I begin to despair, I spotย Martial Historyโ€”level 3.

The stairs are emptier than the lower levelโ€”the librarians are not stupid enough to go to the upper floors. As I pass the second level, smoke fills the stairwell and flames crackle distantly. But the path is clear, and it isn’t until I get to the third floor that I understand the extent of the fire.

This level is half-engulfed. But though the smoke is thick and the fire hungry, the shelves to my right are untouched. I pull my shirt over my face, my eyes already streaming, and hurry toward them, grabbing a book off the nearest shelf.ย Ankanese Seers and the Lie of Foresight.ย I move to the next shelf, which has a thousand books about the Southern Lands, and then to the next, which is all about the Tribes.ย Scholar History. Scholar Conquest. Lacertian Martials.

I’m getting closer. But so is the fire. When I glance over my shoulder, I can no longer see the stairwell. The flames move faster than they should, and faces twist within them.ย Wind efrits!ย They use their power to fan the flames hotter, fasterโ€”to spread them. I crouch low. Invisible though I might be, I do not know if they can see through my magic, like ghuls can. If they spot me, I am done for.

The dull gilt of another book catches my eye because of its title:

Always Victorious: The Life and Conquests of General Quin Veturius. Elias’s grandfather. I glance up and can just make out the plaque:

Martial History. I scan the titles quickly. Everything on this shelf appears to be about generals and emperors, and I snarl in frustration. Would that Musa and I had gotten back to the city faster! Even one hour would have made all the difference. Even ten minutes.

I’m close. So close. โ€œYou there!โ€

A red-gowned woman appears behind me, deep scarlett tattoos winding up her arms. The silver and gold coins woven into her brown

hair and strung across her forehead glow orange. My invisibility obviously doesn’t work on her, because her pale, kohl-rimmed eyes fix on me. A Jaduna.

โ€œYou are Laia of Serra.โ€ Her eyes widen in surprise when she gets a closer look at me, and I take a step back. She must have seen my face on the proclamations that Princess Nikla plastered all over Adisa.

โ€œLeave here, girl. Quicklyโ€”the stairs are still clear.โ€

โ€œI have to find a book on the Augurs, on their propheciesโ€”โ€

โ€œYou won’t be alive to read it if you stay.โ€ She grabs my arm, and her touch immediately cools my skin.ย Magic!ย I notice then that the air around her is chilly and clear of smoke. The fire doesn’t trouble her, despite the fact that I can barely breathe.

โ€œPlease.โ€ I gasp for air and sink lower as the smoke thickens. โ€œHelp me. Iย needย those prophecies. The Nightbringerโ€”โ€

The Jaduna does not appear to be listening. She yanks me forcibly toward the stairs, but I dig my heels in.

โ€œStop!โ€ I try to wrench my arm away. โ€œThe Nightbringer wants to set the jinn free.โ€

I babble, desperate for her aid. But she pulls me on, employing her magic, dragging me to safety with inexorable force.

โ€œWe Jaduna have no quarrel with the jinn,โ€ she says. โ€œOr the

Meherya. His plans do not concern us.โ€

โ€œEveryone believes that nothing concerns them until the monsters are knocking on their doors!โ€ She winces at my shriek, but I do not care. โ€œUntil they are burning downย yourย homes and destroyingย yourย lives and killingย yourย families!โ€

โ€œMy responsibility is the Great Library, and that means getting youโ€” and anyone else who is in dangerโ€”out.โ€

โ€œWho the skies do you think is to blame for burning this place down?

Isn’tย thatย your responsibility?โ€ As I say it, the smoke parts and something white barrels toward us with a precision that suggests a malicious consciousness.ย Efrit!

โ€œWatch out!โ€ I tackle the Jaduna onto her back, cringing as the wind efrit passes so close that the skin on my neck stings. The Jaduna rolls out from under me, tracking the efrit with cold fury. She crooks her fingers, rises and streaks toward the creature like a comet, her gown turning ice-white as she cuts through the flames and disappears. Immediately, I turn back to the shelf, but I cannot see it through the smoke. Gagging, I drop all the way to my hands and knees and crawl forward.

Laia.ย Is the whisper in my head? Or is it real? Someone in a dark robe kneels before me, peering down with bright eyes. It’s not really the Nightbringer. If it were, I wouldn’t be able to hold my invisibility. It’s a projection of some sort, or ghuls playing tricks on me. But that does not lessen my disgustโ€”or my fear.

Youโ€™ll die here, choking on smoke, the Nightbringer says.ย Dead like your family. Dead for no reason at all, beyond your own foolishness. I did warn you . . .

โ€œLaia!โ€

The image of the Nightbringer dissipates. The voice calling me is familiarโ€”and real. Darin. What theย hellsย is he doing here? Immediately, I spin about, scrabbling toward his voice as he calls my name again. I find him at the top of the stairs, half of which are now engulfed in flame.ย Bleeding fool!

I dare not drop my invisibility for fear of blacking out again, but when I am close, I call out and grab his arm.

โ€œI’m here! Go, Darin, go back! I have to find something!โ€

But my brother latches on to me and drags me down the stairs. โ€œWe

bothย have to go!โ€ he shouts. โ€œThe second level is gone!โ€ โ€œI have toโ€”โ€

โ€œYou have toย liveย if you want to stop him!โ€ Darin’s eyes blaze. He uses all his force, and the third level is now a wall of fire behind me.

We barrel down the stairs, weaving through blazing hunks of fallen masonry and an inferno of burning embers. I flinch as they land on my brother’s bare arms, but he ignores them, pulling me down, down, down. A huge beam groans, and Darin only just lunges out of the way as it lands on the stairs with a thunderous crash. We are forced to go back up a few steps, and I inhale a lungful of smoke. My chest burns with pain, and I double over, unable to stop coughing.

โ€œPut your arm around me, Laia,โ€ Darin shouts. โ€œI can’t see you!โ€ Skies, I cannot breatheโ€”I cannot think.ย Do not drop the invisibility.

Darin might not be able to carry you out of here. Do. Not. Drop. It.

We reach the second level, and the stairs are engulfed. Oh bleeding hells. I am a fool. I should never have come here. If I hadn’t, Darin would never have followed. Now we will both die. Mother would be so ashamed of me, so angry at my recklessness.ย Iโ€™m sorry, Mother. Iโ€™m sorry, Father. Oh skies, Iโ€™m so sorry.ย This is how Elias died. At least I’ll see him again in the Waiting Place. At least I will be able to bid him farewell.

Darin sees something I do not: a way through. He drags me forward, and I scream. The heat on my legs is too much.

And then we are past the worst of the flames. My brother carries me now, lifting me from my waist as my feet scrape against the ground. We burst through the burning front doors and into the night. Everything is a blur. I catch an impression of scaffolds and buckets and pumps and people, so many people.

Blackness engulfs me, and when I open my eyes again, I am propped up against the wall of a side street with Darin crouched in front of me, covered in ash and burns and sobbing in relief.

โ€œYou are soย stupid, Laia!โ€ He shoves me. I must be visible again, for he hugs me, shoves me again, and hugs me a second time. โ€œYou’re the only one I have. The only one left! Did you evenย considerย that before running into a burning building?โ€

โ€œI’m sorry.โ€ My voice is hoarse, barely audible. โ€œI thought . . . I hoped . . .โ€ Skies, the book. I did not find the book. As the full impact of my failure washes over me, I feel sick. โ€œTheโ€”the library?โ€

โ€œIt is gone, girl.โ€ Darin and I both turn as a figure materializes out of the darkness. The Jaduna’s beautiful red dress is scorched now, but she still exudes a physical chilliness, winter encased in skin. Her kohl-rimmed eyes fix on me. โ€œThe efrits have done their work well.โ€

Darin stands slowly, reaching for his scim. I drag myself to my feet beside him, leaning against the wall as dizziness makes the world tilt. The Jaduna will no doubt arrest us now. And there’s no way we can outrun her. Which means somehow, I have to find the strength to fight her.

The Jaduna does not approach. She merely observes me for a moment.

โ€œYou saved my life,โ€ she says. โ€œThe efrit would have killed me. I owe you a debt.โ€

โ€œPlease do not arrest us,โ€ I say. โ€œLeave us beโ€”that will be repayment enough.โ€

I expect a retort, but she only watches me with that inscrutable gaze. โ€œYou are young to stand so deeply in the shadow.โ€ She sniffs at me. โ€œYou are like himโ€”your friend. The one they call Musa. I have seen him in the city, whispering his stories, using the sway in his voice to create a legend. Both of youโ€”tainted by darkness. You must come to my home, to Kotama, in the east. My people can help you.โ€

I shake my head. โ€œI cannot go east. Not when the Nightbringer is still a threat.โ€

The woman shakes her head, bemused. โ€œTheย Meherya?โ€ โ€œYou said that before,โ€ I say. โ€œI do not know what it means.โ€

โ€œIt is his name, Laia of Serra. His first, truest name. It defines all he has done and all he will do. His strength is in his name, and his weakness. Butโ€โ€”she shrugsโ€”โ€œthat is old magic. The Nightbringer’s vengeance has long been foretold. You would be wise to leave here, Laia of Serra, and go to Kotamaโ€”โ€

โ€œI do not care about Kotama.โ€ I lose my temper, forgetting that I am speaking to a woman who can probably kill in a dozen ways with a twist of her hand. โ€œI have to stop him.โ€

โ€œWhy?โ€ She shakes her head. โ€œIf you stop him, do you not know what will happen? The consequence, the devastationโ€”โ€

โ€œI do not know how I will stop him now, in any case.โ€

The wind rises, and screams echo from the street beyondโ€”the fire is in danger of spreading to the city. The Jaduna frowns and looks over her shoulder before snapping her fingers. Something small and rectangular appears in her hands. โ€œPerhaps this will help.โ€

She tosses it to me. It is a thick, heavy book with silver letters embossed on the side.ย A History of Seers and Prophets in the Martial Empireย by Fifius Antonius Tullius.

โ€œThat,โ€ the Jaduna says, โ€œis sufficient repayment of a debt.

Remember my offer. If you come to Kotama, ask for D’arju. She is the finest teacher in the Bay of Tears. She will help you control the darkness, lest it grow beyond your ken.โ€

The Jaduna disappears. I open the book to find a gilded image of a man in a dark robe. His face is hidden, but his hands are bleached of color and his red eyes look out from his shadowed cowl. An Augur.

Darin and I exchange a glance and then hurry away from the place before the Jaduna changes her mind.

 

 

Two hours later, my brother and I tear through Adisa’s streets. I hope to the skies Musa is back at the forge, because I have no time to hunt

him down in the refugee camp. Not now. Not after what I’ve just read.

To my relief, the forge is lit when I go tearing in, and Musa sits in the main room, Zella tending to a burn on his arm. He opens his mouth, but I do not let him speak.

โ€œThe Shrike survived an assassination attempt,โ€ I say. โ€œDo you know how? When it happened? What the circumstances were?โ€

โ€œSit down, at leastโ€”โ€

โ€œI need to knowย now, Musa!โ€

He grumbles and disappears into his room. I hear him rifling around and then returning with a stack of scrolls. I grab for one, but he smacks my hand. โ€œThese ones are in code.โ€ Long minutes pass as he reads one after another. โ€œAhโ€”here. She was stabbed by one of Keris’s minions,โ€ he says. โ€œOne of her men transported her to the barracks. The Nightbringer was seen leaving her quarters, and two nights later she was back to issuing orders.โ€

I flip the book about the Augurs open to a page I’ve marked. โ€œRead,โ€ I say.

โ€œThe blood of the father and the blood of the son are harbingers of darkness,โ€ Musa reads. โ€œThe King shall light the Butcherโ€™s path, and when the Butcher bows to the deepest love of all, night approaches. Only the Ghost may stand against the onslaught. Should the Lionessโ€™s heir claim the Butcherโ€™s pride, it will evanesce, and the blood of seven generations shall pass from the earth before the King may seek vengeance again.ย Curse the Augurs, this makesย noย sense.โ€

โ€œIt does,โ€ I say, โ€œif you know that the shrike is a type of bird known for impaling its prey on thorns before it consumes it. I read it in a book once. People call it the โ€˜butcher bird.’ That’s where the nameย Blood Shrikeย comes from.โ€

โ€œThis prophecy can’t be talking about her,โ€ Musa says. โ€œWhat about the other prophecy?ย The Butcher will break, and none will hold her.โ€

โ€œMaybe that part hasn’t happened yet,โ€ Darin offers. โ€œWe’re looking for a piece of the Star, right? Do those reports say anything about the Blood Shrike wearing jewelry? Or is there a weapon she always has near her?โ€

โ€œShe hasโ€”โ€ Musa rifles through the scrolls again before cocking his head and listening. One of his wights chitters swiftly. โ€œA ring? Yesโ€”she has the ring of the Blood Shrike, received in the fall of last year, when she assumed the office. And she has the ring of Gens Aquilla.โ€

โ€œWhen,โ€ I ask, โ€œdid she get that ring?โ€

โ€œI don’t bleedingโ€”โ€ He cocks his head again. โ€œHer father gave it to her,โ€ Musa says. โ€œBefore he died. The day he died.โ€

The blood of the father.ย It must have gotten on the ring when he died. And of course it would be her pride because it’s a symbol of her family.

โ€œAnd the Nightbringer?โ€ I say. โ€œHe’s been in Navium all this time?โ€

I know the answer before Musa nods. โ€œDo you see now, Musa?โ€ I twist the armlet Elias gave me around my arm. โ€œThe Nightbringer stayed in Navium because his target was there the whole time. He never had to leave. She has itโ€”the Blood Shrike has the last piece of the Star.โ€

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