Troy Denning - The Sentinel

“Mighty One?”

No sooner had Malik asked this than the water grew so cold and still that he felt as if he were floating in slush. In the tree trunk in front of him, a pair of knotholes deepened into bottomless black eyes, a nesting hole became the cavity beneath a long-rotted nose, and the last few shreds of peeling bark became the jagged teeth in a lipless grin of a grinning skull’s face.

Serving, Malik ? The skull’s mouth spoke not with one voice, but with a thousand, all as cold and sharp as cracking ice. Toe-licker? You dare threaten me ?

The tree rolled, pulling Malik back beneath the water and holding him there until he thought his lungs would burst.

It was not a threat, Mighty One , Malik said in his thoughts. I was only thinking of you, and what your fate would be if I died in this river and failed in my quest to deliver the Eye .

Cyric’s wrath seemed to fade a little, and he allowed the tree to roll again and bring Malik’s head back above the surface.

You think I would count on you alone to stop Shar ? Cyric asked. That I have no other plans afoot ?

In truth, that was exactly what Malik thought, for though the One and All was brilliant in his scheming, he was confident to a fault and always assumed his plans would work exactly as he foresaw.

“I would never presume to know all your plans, Mighty One,” Malik said carefully. “I only know that if this one is to succeed, I needed to make you hear my call.”

A pair of cold blue flames appeared in the depths of Cyric’s eyes. I always hear your call, Malik , he said. There is no escaping me. You should know that by now .

“I would never try to escape you,” Malik said. “I am your most devoted servant.”

Then why do you betray me ? Cyric demanded. The tree rolled, and Malik sank beneath the surface again. Why do you work so hard to undo all my plans ?

As Malik had no idea what plans the One meant, it was impossible to answer. As far as he knew, Cyric’s plan required only that he help Joelle deliver the Eye of Gruumsh to Grumbar’s Temple in the Underchasm and then murder her at the exact moment of their triumph. This would prove the spark that ignited the flaming glory of Cyric’s mystical schemes, unleashing such a tide of strife and betrayal across Toril that, when the Sundering was finished, he would be guaranteed a place high in the divine hierarchy.

At last, Malik could hold his breath no longer. He sucked in a mouthful of river and began to cough and sputter, which caused him to take in more water and cough even harder. Finally, the One relented and rolled him to the surface again.

Well ? Cyric asked.

“How have I … betrayed you, Mighty One?” Malik asked, coughing. “I’m still carrying the Eye, and if the accursed satyr is to be believed, we will soon be in the Underchasm.”

Cyric waved off the explanation with the flick a dead branch. That is not what angers me. What angers me is that you tried to kill Arietta .

“That little thing?” Malik asked, truly surprised that the god of murder would be angered by the attempt. “I was only planning ahead, Mighty One.”

You were jealous , Cyric said. And you sought revenge for her slights .

“Perhaps a little,” Malik admitted. “Yet, there is more. To make Sune’s magic bind Grumbar to Toril, Joelle must entice some fool to fall so much in love with her that he is willing to die for her. But Arietta has convinced Kleef that falling in love with Joelle would be a violation of his duty.”

So you tried to remove Arietta, hoping that doing so would free Kleef to become Joelle’s sacrifice . Cyric pulled Malik beneath the water again. Do you think me such a fool that I failed to see that?

Malik was quick to shake his head, and Cyric allowed him above water again.

“Forgive me, Mighty One,” Malik said. “I am only a moth flickering around the brilliance of your wisdom, but I fail to see how removing Arietta can be anything but good for your plan. If she reaches the temple with us, she will only steal a small part of your glory for Siamorphe.”

No, Malik. She will be Joelle’s sacrifice .

“Arietta?” Malik was not such a fool that he had never heard of one woman falling in love with another, but he shook his head nonetheless. “It would never happen, Mighty One. Arietta may fall in love with another woman, but she is a slave to her noble title. She would never allow her heart to set a course so certain to bring scandal to her name.”

Scandal ? The very word seemed to perplex the One. Her father his dead, her home is gone, her realm is falling, and her world is ending. Why would she worry about what people think?

“Because Arietta is a noblewoman,” Malik said, shrugging. “And she is convinced that she is a Chosen of Siamorphe. She will not even admit that she finds Kleef handsome because the oaf is too far below her station.”

Chosen? Arietta? Cyric fell silent, the blue flames in his eyes flickering in thought. Finally, he shook his head and said, You’re wrong, Malik-as usual. Arietta will fall in love with Joelle. And you’ll see to it that she does .

“I will?” Malik took a long gulp of air, then asked, “How can I do that? I have no power over the hearts of others.”

You don’t need power over her heart, Malik . Cyric’s eyes grew steady and cold. All you need is the truth. Show that to her, and you will set her free .

The truth was hardly Malik’s favorite weapon, but there had been a time when it was all he had, and he had learned to use it well enough to understand what Cyric was asking of him.

“You are a genius among gods, Mighty One,” Malik said. “But if Arietta is to be the sacrifice, what of Kleef?”

Yes, what of Kleef ? Cyric’s skull-faced smile stretched even wider, until it seemed to Malik that it encircled the whole tree trunk. Kleef will enhance my plan .

Malik began to have a sinking feeling. “Enhance, Mighty One?”

Exactly , Cyric said. The more Chosen you murder, the more powerful the effect. Kill Joelle and Kleef, and my magic will drown Toril in strife and betrayal .

“Kill Kleef, too?” Malik gasped. “Impossible! He is a Chosen of Helm.”

And you are one of mine . Cyric’s voice turned icy, and the river grew so cold that Malik began to shiver. Are you telling me I chose poorly ?

Malik’s felt the bile of his fear rise into his throat. “Never, Mighty One,” he said. “I will find a way.”

Good , Cyric said. And remember, it must be in the moment of their triumph. Do that, and it won’t be Shar who rules supreme. It will be me .

Knowing what a mistake it would be to point out that Cyric was asking the impossible, Malik merely swallowed and said, “As you command, Mighty One.”

Cyric remained silent for a moment, the tiny flames in his eyes so intense that Malik felt as though they were burning inside his head. Finally, he said, You’ll need help .

“It might be wise,” Malik said. “Kleef is not only larger and stronger, he is also a better swordsman.”

Then it’s a good thing you’re a murderer . Cyric bent a branch down toward the water in front of Malik. Give me your dagger .

Malik withdrew his dagger from inside his robe and passed it over, then watched in horror as Cyric plunged the blade into the knothole of his own empty eye socket-and continued to talk.

You see, Malik? I can be as reasonable as the next god . He remained silent for a moment, then pulled the dagger free and passed it back. Now you have the advantage .