Terry Simpson - Ashes and Blood

“I know what you mean.” Ancel glanced down at the giant. “Maybe, we were waiting for him.”

“Let’s hope so.”

They traveled the last several hundred feet in silence, the snowfall growing heavier. Ancel prayed he was right about the stranger, because Mirza was right. Hanging around in Eldanhill did not bode well. At some point, either the Tribunal’s Pathfinders would come or the Sendethi would win out and strike against Eldanhill once more. Worse yet, the man who’d taken his mother might return with the shadeling army he commanded.

One thing appeared certain. He needed to be prepared, and he hoped his teacher provided all the answers to his questions.

“We’re here,” Stefan called from ahead as they pulled up in front of Shin Galiana’s hospice.

“Are you positive that was their order?” High Shin Jerem asked for the third time as he paced to the room’s window. “To kill Ryne?”

“Yes,” Irmina stressed, “and also whoever he’s linked with.”

Jerem paused for a moment. “They said this after you told them what?” He began to pace again.

“That Ryne may be descended from the Eztezians, and-”

“No. No.” He waved a pale, spindly hand and stopped in the middle of the carpet between the window and the table. “They already knew what he was. What did you say directly before the command?”

“I told them he was headed to Eldanhill, and his bodyguard turned out to be a netherling.”

Jerem harrumphed. Stroking his beard with his thumb and forefinger, he peered out the window. “Come here. Let this be your first lesson as a Raijin.”

Irmina hesitated for a moment before tightening her shoulders and striding over to her mentor.

He pointed out the window. “What do you see?”

Standing next to High Shin Jerem always gave her a sense of smallness despite his fragile appearance. It wasn’t the fact he stood head and shoulders taller than her either. Something about the man made her think of herself as inconsequential. The sight out the window increased the sensation a hundred fold.

Day after day, Jerem had sent her into the Iluminus’ streets to study them and the people. He’d made her plan as if someone was chasing her and she needed to escape. Anytime she asked his reason for doing so, he said the same thing. ‘Knowing your surroundings and every avenue available to you will one day save your life.’ She’d stopped questioning him after a mission to assassinate a trader in Barson’s capital. Only through intimate knowledge of the city did she manage to escape.

Below and across from their tower, streets wide enough to hold several wagons abreast spanned between a canyon of white walls and steel. Many began several stories high between spires, parapets, platforms, doorways, and sometimes disappearing into white light. A latticework of numerous walkways crisscrossed below the window she looked out. The Iluminus was a multitude of structures that made up one building, and yet it was a city within itself. People dotted the paths like specks of dirt blown in the wind. Even the wagons, coaches, drays, and carts appeared no bigger than her arm. From this height in the Iluminus the colors of the different clothes were the blotched paint mixtures on an abstract artist’s canvas. One bled into the other.

“What do you see?”

Irmina snapped her mouth shut. “People. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands. Maybe hundreds of thousands.”

“And?”

Lips pursed in concentration Irmina took in the sights. “The vast majority of them are Matii.”

“Good. What else?”

“Many have been using the Travelshafts?”

The portals began along the Shining Way, which was one of the brightest and broadest avenues in the Iluminus. The crowds were packed more densely there than anywhere else.

“Yes,” Jerem pursed his lips, “and that in itself may prove more than troublesome, but that’s not what I meant. Tell me more. About the Matii themselves.”

“They all belong to the Tribunal, to the Exalted.”

Jerem harrumphed. “Continue.”

“The light?”

“What about it?”

“There isn’t a single shadow.”

He gave a noncommittal grunt. “Open your Matersense.”

Irmina did as he commanded.

The essences within the elements of Mater inhabiting everything in the world bloomed before her eyes. They rolled through the air in waves and bands, some thick, others thin, some clearly visible and others faint wisps. They varied in color similar to the people below.

“What do you see now?”

Brow puckering as she strained to take in the sight of it all, Irmina attempted to tell the individual essences apart. Earth, metal, and wood were all a part of the element of Forms and its solids. The air and what must be water trickling off into self-contained drains running vertically down the many buildings, but never spilling out, were both essences within the Flows and its liquids. She squinted for a sight of fire, cold, of the energy of the Streams. Heat rose from the people themselves. Light dominated, imbued within every structure. Shade was almost as prevalent. She paused.

Shade?

How could that be when light engulfed everything from the widest space, the tallest building, to the tiniest nook? The pride of the Iluminus was that no shadow could enter its halls. No creature of the shade could breach its walls. Yet, here was the essence of shade.

“Well?” Jerem asked, tone patient.

“I–I don’t understand,” Irmina said. “How does shade exist in a place without a single shadow. A place where light is ever present.

“How indeed,” Jerem said musingly.

“Why can I see it? Why can’t anyone else?”

Her thoughts whirled. She needed to understand the shade’s existence despite the light stored within the Iluminus. Possible answers flitted across her mind, but she dismissed each as improbable. The shade could not have hidden there in secret. What she witnessed was not an illusion. The Exalted had to be aware of the essence’s presence. The possibility of some unknown malevolence residing within the Iluminus seemed as preposterous as the Exalted themselves being shadelings.

“You didn’t really think the Exalted promoted you only because of what you have accomplished? Anyone strong enough to become a Raijin is tested. Those who fail …” his voice trailed off. “This is a secret only the highest know. The Iluminus must be seen to be without reproach for the most part.”

The answer struck her like a hammer blow. She gave him an incredulous stare. He smiled, his eyes giving off a delightful twinkle.

“The Tenets,” she whispered. “The first sentence of the Tenets for both of them. Light to balance shade. Shade to balance light.”

“But they destroy each other,” Jerem countered. “Each fated to forever oppose.”

“There are no absolutes.”

“Are you sure?” Jerem’s wisp of an eyebrow rose. “Is light not the direct opposite of shade?”

“Yes, but they’re equals,” Irmina said, certain of herself now. “One relies on the other. There is no light without shade, and no shade without light.”

“Yet people claim there is no shade within the Iluminus. So where does this darkness come from?”

“Within people’s hearts.”

Jerem’s face beamed with pride. “Excellent. Now you know where to look. Not without but within.”

“Why show me this now? What does this have to do with my orders?” Irmina allowed her attention to drift to the sights outside the window. From where they stood, the noise from all the activity below was a muted buzz.

“The Exalted believe everyone within the Iluminus belongs to them, mind, body and spirit.”