Phoenix in Shadow - eARC

by Ryk E. Spoor

  “No, we...” Cirnala trailed off. “Well...there is one thing.”

  “Don’t hold us in suspense!” Tobimar said, as the Artan paused again.

  “There is one person. His home is in the woods, outside of town, and not that far from where Tirleren and Demmi disappeared. He’s refused to come into town during the emergency, and when we sent a delegation to talk to them, he threatened them. But...”

  “These hesitations are useless,” Hiriista said sharply. “What is it? Who is this person?”

  “Zogen Josan,” Cirnala said reluctantly.

  Hiriista stumbled to a halt. “What? What did you say?”

  “Zogen Josan,” Cirnala repeated.

  Hiriista stared. Tobimar finally nudged him. “What is it, Hiriista?”

  “Zogen Josan was once the Color of Sha Alatenzei,” Hiriista answered finally. “It is rare for any of the Unity Guard to retire in any manner than via funeral, but when he reached the age of forty-five years he did so. I remember the occasion well, it was quite an event in the capital—he was thanked for his service and he even gave a short speech, in which he said something like ‘I’m quitting now while I’m still beating the odds, instead of the odds beating me. I hope you don’t hold it against me.’ That was only ten years ago. Always cheerful, like most Colors, a magnificent warrior, spent more than twenty years as the protector of the Earthlight City...” The mazakh shook his head. “That he would not be helping, and instead refusing contact...”

  “If you knew him, did you ever notice anything...unusual about him?” Tobimar asked carefully. They didn’t want to reveal their particular concerns, but in this context the question shouldn’t be revealing.

  Hiriista glanced at him with a neutral expression, and only said, “Not that I can recall; he was as most others of the Unity Guard in that regard.”

  And by his estimation “most others” of the Unity Guard have shown the behavior that he and Kyri noted. So I can take that as a “yes.”

  “Now you comprehend our problems, sir. Do you think you can help?”

  “I think I must help,” Hiriista said flatly. “My companions—”

  “—feel the same way. And if this does somehow involve a former Color, I presume he would be extremely formidable.”

  “Undoubtedly why they sent Cirnala looking for help. Alas that the farcallers are so difficult to make; it would be useful to have them in all towns and villages as well as the major cities.” Cirnala nodded.

  “Did Zogen Josan only begin acting oddly after these disappearances began?” Kyri asked. “After all, I suppose that if mysterious disappearances started happening, some people might get nervous.”

  “A former Color? That seems unlikely,” Hiriista said skeptically. “What would you say to a similar statement about one of your Justiciars, Phoenix?”

  “A point. Cirnala?”

  The Artan hesitated again, then shook his head. “No, Phoenix. I am afraid not.” He looked to the north, as though hoping impossibly to see his village ahead of them. “At first, we were overjoyed at the thought that a former Color would be retiring to Jenten’s Mill. And for the first...oh, year, he was everything we hoped—helpful, multitalented, hard-working. But then...”

  He shook his head helplessly. “He just slowly seemed to...fade. Or retreat. Sometimes he’d still come out to help when needed, and he didn’t seem any less capable, but he’d be quiet, not joking or laughing or staying any longer than he had to. Zogen would just go back to his home in the woods and stay there. He didn’t even trade in town much anymore—just hunted and fished alone. The children—” his breath caught, then he continued, “the younger children, the ones who hadn’t seen him early on...they called him ‘Shadowman’ because he would come and go through the woods like a shadow. He was...their scary story, I guess. Though not scary enough to keep them out of the woods, and several of them said that if they actually met him in the woods he was quite kind—helped them find berries, gave back toys they lost, things like that.”

  “Did he get any worse?” Tobimar asked, guessing what that poke from Poplock meant.

  “Recently, yes. Jenten went by to see how he was after we’d had one nasty incursion, just a few weeks before all this started, and he reported that Zogen threatened him—even loosed fire at him—to keep him away from the cabin.”

  The three exchanged glances. It sounded like a case of mental deterioration—someone who started out reasonably sane but something went wrong and then they steadily and unstoppably degenerated until they were completely insane. In the State of the Dragon King or even in Skysand there were usually ways to stop or even reverse this, especially with the help of the priests or mages, but here that didn’t seem likely.

  Especially—now that he noticed—that the supernal rightness of Kaizatenzei was fading. We’re between cities, where their influence is weakest, where the Seven Stars did not reach.

  Where there can truly be monsters.

  “Were there any more disappearances?” Kyri asked after a moment.

  “Another little boy—one that, as you might guess, Hamule had said she was playing with, disappeared the day before I left. He was with his parents visiting with the Reflect and his family, and vanished while he was playing inside the mansion. A side door was found open and running footprints going into the forest could be distinguished on the ground. There were some other marks on the ground farther in but they could not be distinguished clearly enough to make any sense of them.” Cirnala sighed. “And since it will have been more than a week since I’ve been gone, I suppose another child may have been taken.”

  “Tell me truly; they were already speaking before you left of Zogen being the one responsible, yes?” Hiriista asked.

  “Yes, Magewright.”

  A long hiss escaped the mazakh’s lips. “Then it will not be long before they overcome their fear of the strength of a Color and decide to use sheer numbers to put a stop to this. If they are wrong and, somehow, Zogen Josan is not to blame, an innocent man will be killed, and if they are right, Zogen will kill many of them...perhaps all of them...before it is over.”

  “All of them?” Kyri repeated incredulously.

  “It is...possible. If he has fortified his home and is prepared...” Hiriista shook his head and his whole body followed suit.

  “Then we’d better hurry,” Tobimar said, and picked up the pace.

  “We will hurry,” Kyri said, and her voice was chilled steel. “And we will put an end to this, before any more innocents are killed.”

  Chapter 26

  The echoing, many-layered murmur ahead of them was unmistakable; they had heard something similar on the day they had—with Xavier—confronted Bolthawk and Skyharrier. It was a crowd, perhaps a mob.

  Hiriista broke into a trotting run, his tail held high, head maintaining a steady level to guide him. Kyri sprinted alongside of him. Please, Myrionar, let us be in time!

  The forest opened up ahead, and they found a cluster of buildings—a moderate-sized mansion to the far right on a rise, houses and small shops a bit below it, docks and boathouses and other buildings at the edge of a rippling sheet of water that extended and widened to the north, where more forest closed in beyond the town.

  Filling the main intersection, a sort of rough rectangle, was a mass of people; Kyri guessed it at over a hundred, and all of them were armed. As they approached, she could hear murmurs and shouts in which Zogen Josan’s name was recognizable, and not in a good way.

  Cirnala stumbled up behind them, pushed past as the two slowed. “Let me...tell them you are here...”

  The Artan took a deep breath and shouted, “LISTEN!”

  His voice was startlingly powerful for his slender frame, and heads immediately turned in their direction. A murmur went up, and, gratefully, Kyri heard the angry rumblings subsiding, giving way to surprise and curiosity.

  “Cirnala! You’re just in time!” The speaker was a tall, very handsome human who appeared to be in his late fifties,
with his graying black hair and sharp black eyes that glanced in the direction of the other travelers before returning to the exhausted Artan. “We were just about to go confront Zogen.”

  “I’ve brought...help,” Cirnala said, still catching his breath. “To solve the mystery.”

  “No need to solve it anymore,” said a woman with dark brown hair, hefting an axe that looked almost as large as Shrike’s had been. “Saw him, Nimelly did—Zogen Josan, running into the woods with Abiti under his arm!”

  “Abiti! Oh, Light, no.” Cirnala was mometarily stunned.

  “That’s why we can’t wait any longer,” the older man said. “But we’ll be glad of any help.”

  Hiriista bowed to him. “Magewright Hiriista of Sha Murnitenzei.”

  “I have heard your name, Magewright. Reflect Namuhan Jenten; I welcome you to my small village.”

  Kyri had suspected this was the Reflect from the way the others had instantly parted to let him through. He seemed naturally in charge. She thought his bow was a trifle stiff and hurried, but given the circumstances that wasn’t surprising.

  Hiriista gestured to them. “My companions are guests and welcomed as equals by Light Miri and the Lady Shae herself, for they have come to us through the Pass of Night from the world beyond.” Eyes widened and breaths caught at that statement, as the mazakh magewright continued, “Warrior of Justice and Vengeance, the Phoenix, and her companion, Tobimar. They are here to assist as well.”

  “As I said, welcome indeed. I will not pretend that the thought of assaulting a former Color of the Unity is less than tragedy...or less than terrifying.” The others were getting restless, but the Reflect held up a hand. “And justice and vengeance surely is what we need here.”

  An opening. “Then allow me to go first, sir. I am the Phoenix Justiciar of Myrionar, and my god’s first directive and highest duty is to apply wisdom and mercy to arrive at justice, and when justice demands, to deliver the vengeance of the gods. I have seen the things your Unity Guard face, and I have survived the forest that surrounds Kaizatenzei; my friends and I may survive a confrontation with this Zogen Josan far more easily than would your people, who are—if I see aright—mostly unused to such combat.”

  The head tilted slightly, but then nodded. “You see truly. We have a few warriors...but none trained with the Unity Guard, and what little we know of Zogen is fearsome. Very well; if Cirnala has come so far, so fast, to bring you here, and you are vouched for by the Magewright and the Lady herself, I yield gladly the forefront. But I hope you are ready—”

  Kyri was already striding in the direction of the forest; she could tell that Tobimar and Hiriista were right behind her. “Children are missing; of course I am ready.” Cirnala had told them roughly where the retired Color’s cabin was, and as she expected the Artan quickly jogged up to guide them.

  The villagers—not so much a mob now, thank the Balance!—trailed close behind, with the Reflect leading them. “This Abiti—boy or girl?” she asked.

  Cirnala closed his eyes as if in pain briefly. “Daughter of Genata and Ivilit—they run the local tavern, great favorites of everyone as you might guess, and Abiti was...is a charmer. Fearless girl, helped track the depthshade just a few weeks before this happened.”

  The “depthshade,” Kyri remembered, was the local name for a crocodilian monstrosity which was equally at home in water or on land, with legs suited for running as well as swimming. It had been lurking around Jenten’s Mill for weeks, apparently, ambushing sithigorn chicks, young forest antelope, and herd calves until someone noticed the reduction in livestock and a hunt was organized—a hunt that cost more than just the life of the monster.

  One more reason for us to go first. If hunting even a local predator is dangerous enough that some of the locals get killed, fighting a trained warrior of this Unity Guard would be much worse.

  She remembered that Hiriista had said Zogen might kill all of those who came after him. That puts him up on our level, maybe better. And I am weaker here.

  She concentrated, dragging the power down through whatever monstrous resistance it was that nearly blocked her connection to Myrionar. But drag it she did, and she felt the strength building up within her. I’ll be prepared as well as I can by the time we get there.

  “Zogen will be expecting some kind of assault from the village by now,” Tobimar said quietly. “Wouldn’t you say so, Cirnala?”

  A reluctant nod. “Probably, yes.”

  Kyri understood what he was getting at. “Then can you and the others stay back? Not only will it be safer...but if anyone can somehow talk to him, get some sense out of him, won’t it be someone he doesn’t think is pre-judging him?”

  Cirnala’s face wrinkled in surprise. “Well...I hadn’t thought of that. But—”

  “I can understand reluctance—and obviously the Reflect and the rest of you have a feeling of responsibility. But if you’re right, he has at least one child now, perhaps still has the others. If it begins with an assault, might he not use the children as a defense?”

  The Reflect had overheard them. “A grim thought, but true enough. But if you take too long, he might do more.”

  “If we can keep him talking, he will be less able to do anything else, I think. Especially if he is trying to understand who we are and what we’re doing here,” Tobimar said.

  The Reflect hesitated, then took a pained breath. “My heart screams out that I must run forward...but your words ring true.” His dark eyes measured both of them. “Very well. We shall wait at the gray stump—it is well out of sight of the cabin, but if battle is joined we can hasten to your aid in moments. I cannot guarantee how long I can hold my people back, you understand.”

  Kyri grasped his hand impulsively and bowed over it. “Thank you, Reflect. I understand entirely. Honestly, if we cannot reach him, or find some advantage, in a relatively few minutes...I think there will be no need to hold any back.”

  His startled face creased in a momentary smile, and his returning grip was powerful. “Then I wish you luck; I hope for a way out of this horror.”

  The three of them—four, counting the generally-unnoticed Toad—moved forward past the stump; while there were some murmured protests, Kyri felt great relief as the crowd stopped, many of them looking relieved themselves that their confrontation with an ex-Color was postponed. Myrionar, show me the way. Let us find a way to prevent any more deaths. Let us find a way to save that child, or all the children if they still live.

  “So, want me to do some scouting?” Poplock said as soon as they were out of earshot.

  Hiriista blinked, even as both Kyri and Tobimar grinned savagely. “I did not fully comprehend the other advantage of your size, little Toad, but now I do. While we confront Zogen, you will gain entrance and find out the truth within.”

  “If that’s Phoenix’s plan.”

  “It is exactly Phoenix’s plan, Poplock. If we can get his attention, get in, find out what you can, and get back fast. We’ll keep him talking.”

  “Got it.”

  She turned to the mazakh. “Does Zogen know you?”

  “Oh, certainly. We weren’t close friends, but casual friends, good acquaintances and colleagues in a way; I have been one of the major consultants for the Unity Guard as they traveled through Sha Murnitenzei for the last, oh, twenty-five years, and often travel with them for various missions.”

  “Good. Good. That might just give us an opening.” They could see the retired Color’s cabin now—a large construction of logs with multiple sections, obviously several rooms. Pretty good-sized house.

  “How do you mean that?”

  Kyri felt her face going cold. “I was thinking on the way here. What could make a man like Zogen Josan, the one you described at his retirement and evidently the one they saw here for a while, change, retreat like that? And after our other conversations, the first thing I thought of was...what if he felt there was something wrong with him?”

  A slow hiss. “You mean...what if h
e somehow sensed or acknowledged whatever it is that we have noticed in the others. He is retired, no longer active. Perhaps in the slow passing of peaceful days, with no activities to distract him...yes.”

  “A good thought, Phoenix,” Tobimar said. “And you have a plan?”

  “Sort of. I’m playing this by heart, not head. Just...follow my lead.”

  He touched her arm and smiled. “Always.”

  She smiled back, then turned to the silent cabin. “Zogen! Zogen Josan, once-Color of the Unity Guard, I would speak with you!”

  Her voice echoed through the forest, more powerful than any ordinary human voice, and forest-sounds momentarily quieted in its wake.

  A moment went by. Two. Then, as she was about to call again, a voice answered from the cabin, a deep but weary voice. “You are not from the Mill. Surprising. But perhaps no less enemies, for that. Who are you?”

  “I am the Phoenix, Justiciar of the god Myrionar, patron of Justice and Vengeance.” As she spoke, she saw a tiny flicker of motion, a scuffle of leaves; Poplock was on his way.

  “Myrionar...I have not heard that name. And a strange title you have. As to justice, alas, I fear no justice can be found here.”

  She beckoned to Hiriista, who stepped fully into view, saying, “Zogen, do you know me?”

  “Magewright? Magewright Hiriista? Could that be...?” The incredulous voice suddenly hardened. “But no. It would be too glad a coincidence, too fine a chance.” The voice wavered, hope and fear evident. “But if you are... If you truly be Hiriista, then tell me, what words did I speak to you in Sha Alatenzei, when we stepped from a particular drinking establishment?”

  Hiriista tilted his head, then suddenly gave vent to a steamkettle laugh. “You opened your mouth, yes, but it was not words that came out! And then you fell nigh-senseless and I had to carry you to your room in the Steamvent Inn.”

  There was a faint sound, as of a man dropping heavily into a chair. “Light...it is you, isn’t it? But...” the suspicion was back. “Those with you...they must be Unity Guard, then.”