Paul Kemp - The Hammer and the Blade

The guards filed in behind Egil, clustering around Nix.

"Gods," one of them said in a hushed tone, eyeing the ancient artwork.

"What does it say?" another asked.

"I can't read much of it," Nix said, "but it's warnings against defiling the tomb, a promise of curses on tomb robbers."

"What kind of curses?" said the youngest of the guards, his voice betraying a slight quaver.

"The kind that makes your balls fall off," Nix said absently, studying floor and ceiling in the light of his torch.

"Or that makes you shite yourself to death," Egil added.

"Gods," said the guard.

"Shite," said another.

"Exactly," Egil said solemnly.

"I need more light," Nix said. He handed Egil his torch and took his magic crystal eye from his satchel. He tapped it with a finger and spoke a word in the Mages' Tongue.

"Wake up," he said, and the eye opened, blinked a few times, and emitted a beam of light. Nix used it to pore over the walls, ceiling, and floor, keeping his feet planted.

"There," he said, indicating the floor before the door.

"I see it," Egil said.

"And there," Nix said, indicating a spot on the ceiling near the wall.

"What? What?" asked a guard.

"Traps," Egil said. "There are always traps."

Derg cleared his throat. "I don't… feel like we need to enter the tomb any farther. Probably just be in the way of these two. You, mates?"

Murmured agreement.

Nix smiled. "Wise," he said.

"Maybe that could stay between us, though?" Derg said.

"Of course," Nix said.

"Ought to spring the traps, then," Egil offered. "Else they'll set them off."

"Right," Nix said.

Nix ventured into the chamber and walked near the metal door opposite them.

"This looks like a door," he said and stepped before it. When he felt the floor give slightly, triggering the counterpoise, he bounded aside. The metal slab fell forward and crashed onto the floor with a ferocious crash.

"But it's a deadfall."

"Shite!"

"Gods!"

"Pits, man!"

On the otherwise blank wall revealed by the door's fall was scrawled a death curse. Nix pointed at it.

"And there's Egil's 'shite yourself to death' curse. Nicely anticipated, priest."

Egil half-bowed.

Nix walked toward the tomb's actual door, its location hidden by the plaster coating the walls.

"The actual door is here."

"Where?" asked Derg.

"Careful," Egil said.

"Aye," Nix said.

"I don't see it," said another guard.

Nix took a chisel from his satchel and chipped away the plaster until it revealed another metal door, flush with the wall and with no handle, the hinges sunk into the stone of the cavern by screws. He examined the screws. Time had rusted them.

"Hinges are soon to give," he said.

A dusting of rust coated the door. Nix rubbed it off as best he could and read the characters engraved on the door.

"Abn Thuset of Afirion, beloved of the people and the gods."

"It's the right tomb, then," Derg said.

Nix took his crowbar from his satchel, got it in the seam between the wall and the unhinged side of the door.

"Mind," Egil cautioned.

Nix nodded, pried at the door, once, twice, a third time before it finally gave. The moment it started to open, he heard the expected sound of falling counterweights. He leaped backward as the hidden pegs holding the block of ceiling stone above the door slid back and let the block fall. The huge block of stone hit the floor with a dull, ponderous thud, and would have crushed anyone standing under it.

"The Afirions liked crushing tomb robbers," Nix said.

The guards looked wide-eyed at the stone, at the now-gaping opening in the ceiling.

"Help me slide it aside," Nix said.

With help from Egil and the guards, he moved the stone aside and opened the door to the tomb. He held the crystal eye high.

A series of carved steps led down into a large oval chamber. Smooth columns of limestone ran floor to ceiling. More artwork adorned the walls. Nix put away his magical eye and struck another torch to match Egil's.

"Stay here and don't move until we come back," Nix said to the guards.

"Aye," said the guards. Nix saw their nervousness. They eyed the ceiling, floor, and walls as if they might fall in on them at any moment.

"If it'll make you feel better, close the door after we're through."

He'd been jesting about the door, but the moment he and Egil stepped down the stairs and into the columned chamber beyond, the door squeaked closed behind them. They, like Abn Thuset, were entombed in stone.

"Timid slubbers," Nix said.

"Look at this," Egil said, holding his torch high and indicating the walls.

Mindful of his steps, Nix moved closer to the walls and held up his torch to view the wall murals.

Placatory to the gods, tomb murals always showed the truth of a wizard-king's life. A false mural risked divine wrath and condemnation to the Nether Void.

The murals began on one end of the chamber and stretched along the wall. They began as they all did, with the birth of the wizard-king and a detailed rendering of the sky on the day of birth. Subsequent murals showed the wizard-king's childhood, education, tutors, parents, siblings, their entire life told in pictoglyphs painted on limestone. The workmanship was excruciatingly detailed and often done in symbolic fashion. Nix had seen enough of them to deduce meanings. He followed them along the wall but stopped, frowning, when he reached the images showing Abn Thuset in adolescence. The images of tutors and other servants looked typical but the clothing…

"He wears a girl's clothing," Nix said. "Look. That's not a wrap. It's a dress."

Egil grunted, his interest in Abn Thuset's life already slaked.

Nix followed the murals along the wall, a spectator to the truth of Abn Thuset's life. Scenes showed the battles fought in the rebellion that put Abn Thuset's father on the Serpentine Throne of Afirion. Nix could hardly believe what he was seeing. He narrated for Egil.

"Her brothers were killed in the rebellion-"

"Her?"

Nix nodded, his finger tracing the images on the walls as he narrated. "Her brothers were killed in the rebellion that put her father on the Serpent Throne. With no male heirs…"

Nix stared at the image a long while. Egil moved beside him.

"What?" Egil asked.

Nix tapped the wall mural that showed Abn Thuset's transformation. " She became the male heir."

"How do you mean? She pretended to be a man? I've heard of such things before, though not in Afirion."

"No," Nix said, shaking his head and studying the mural. "She became a man."

Egil's face wrinkled in confusion. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying the Afirions were masters of transmutational magic." He pointed to the key events of the narrative, which occurred during Abn Thuset's youth. A scene showed her and her father in solemn prayer to a jackal-headed god. A subsequent scene showed her father pointing something at her — Nix assumed it to be a wand — and her body haloed in light. Scenes thereafter showed her with the hairstyle and clothing of an Afirion nobleman, not a noblewoman.

"And they used it to make a daughter a son. She became a man."

"One of Afirion's greatest wizard-kings wasn't a wizard-king at all?" Egil said. "But a queen?"

"Aye."

"But… the magic wouldn't last, would it?" Egil said. "No magic lasts forever."

"Not forever, no, but it would last a considerable time." He recalled his introductory lessons at the Conclave. "The closer the changed form is to the original form, the longer the transmutation will last."

"And the change from woman to man is slight," Egil said. "Though much in life rides on it."

"The Serpentine Throne rode on it for Abn Thuset."

Had one of her brothers lived and assumed the throne, she would have remained a woman. As such, she'd have been subject to the authority of her brother, who would have married her off to a husband to whom she would then be subject. By making herself a man, she had instead been able to rule and become one of history's great names.