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Chapter 276 Void

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Mirian sat on the cliffside overlooking Arriroba. Nearby, Zayd was explaining his recent adventure to his friends. and then we went wooosh and we were so high up! And there was a two-headed vole-tur and it said scraaaw! and then we flew past a big magic color going bwooosh! and then we were here!

No way, said one of the other children.

As if that was going to stop him. And then!

Grandpa Irabi sat next to Mirian. Dhelia and Jeron were both having a stiff drink or five a ways off. Mirian had just finished going through her explanation to the village elder.

Does he remember dying? Irabi asked.

Of course he does. Part of the reason I flew him here is so hed have something exciting at the front of his mind, instead of the horror he witnessed.

That you made him witness, Irabi said. On seeing her face twitch, he said, If it sounds like Im being harsh, I am. You must take responsibility for your actions, though I dont know how youll do it. Its certainly beyond me.

Mirian looked to the horizon. It was late enough in the cycle now that she could see the occasional distant arcane eruption glittering. I dont know either. How much responsibility do I have to all these dead people? And they are all dead. Including you.

Irabi, as usual, took his time responding. I came to terms with my death a long time ago. Doesnt bother me. His eyes werent fixed on the horizon, but on Zayd and the other children, who were now chasing each other. Youre dealing with a number of philosophical issues, then. How does one balance power with responsibility? What ethical violations are permissible given your circumstances? And hmm. Something else I picked up on as you were talking. I dont know how to put it into words.

I think, How cold do I need to become to suffering to succeed?

Hmm, Irabi said, and went quiet for nearly an hour. In that time, Zayd and his friends grew tired of their games and collapsed on the grass, got bored and got up to play again, attempted to steal food before it was ready for the evening meal, got scolded, went off to pout, played another game, then collapsed back on the grass to rest again.

We become what we practice, Irabi said finally. My grandfather was a soldier in the Unification Wars. He grew numb to protect himself from what he saw. When he came home, he never thawed. Hell never be counted as a casualty of the war, but he was one too. Ive wondered often if he could have survived the war any other way. Wondered if there was some way to turn him back into the man my grandmother says he was before he left. Or is it like pouring silt into a river, then trying to retrieve the pieces one by one?

Theres a spell for that, Mirian said sardonically. Then, But I see your point. I was kinder when this all started. I used to cry every time one of my friends died. But theyve died so many times. Her voice was hollow as she said it.

Power. How to deal with power? Irabi tapped his finger on his knee, then proclaimed, Did you know Im the most powerful man in Arriroba?

Mirian raised an eyebrow. Not the head elder? Not the council? Not Degasiab who owns the mill and most of the farms around here?

The council may make the rules, and the head elder the judgments. Degasiab certainly may throw his weight around, sure. But if I started saying how displeased I was with the elders or Degasiab, why, I think the village would throw them out. The tax collector may have the backing of Parliamentthough I suppose not any more after your stunt in Palenduriobut if I told people I think we pay too much, I think the tax man would walk away with less coin than their ledgers told them the village ought to pay. Not all power comes from laws or threats of force. The best power comes from respect. Trust. And love.

Mirian felt a knot in her stomach twist.

Zayd loves you. So do Dhelia and Jeron. You know that, of course, but I think you need to hear it. Remember that love doesnt look like obedience.

Mirian shook her head softly. Its not exactly a way to run an army, or a government. I need discipline. An architect cant build a house if no one bothers to check their measurements or follow the plan.

Irabi nodded. Of course. I meant more that if you make people want to follow you, things may feel different. If an architect loves you, shell build you a house. But if a farmer loves you, hell grow you a field. Dont try to get the farmer to draw the blueprints.

I see, Mirian said. For a time, they sat there in silence again.

I dont suppose Ive told you what I was like when I lived in Madinhar?

You havent.

I dont much like talking about it. My grandfather was a violent man. My father learned well from him. I went to Madinhar to escape, but it didnt take long before I didnt have a coral beadcoin to my name. So I did what most desperate people turn to.

Mirian looked at Irabi. You were a criminal?

I was. And I hated myself a little more each time I robbed someone, or burgled a shop, but I couldnt see any other way out. At least then I had a few beadcoins. Then one day, while I was sitting on the street, casing a shop across the way, a young man asked me if I needed help.

I swore at him, ranted at him, told him he didnt know a damn thing about me. So you know what he did? Asked me what my story was. Then, when Id told him about my grandfather and father, he asked me the same question hed been intending to all that time. He said, May I buy you a dinner?

His kindness was as inevitable as the dawn. I dont believe theres a single thing I could have said to turn that man away. My stomach was grumbling, so I went. And as I ate, I looked him over. His clothes were tattered. His boots had holes in them. When he opened up his purse to pay, I saw that he was using his last coins for the meal. After that, I realized quite a bit.

That, despite circumstances, you had a choice?

More than that. I realized how much like my father Id become, and how I always had a justification for my cruelties, just like he did. The man whod been kindwhy, I think his father must have been a nice man. If Enteria had been full of people like him, thered never be another war. So, I saw a notice that there were farmhands needed in Arriroba. Never had been there, but I traveled up with the next caravan. And I knew what kind of man I wanted to become, after that. Thought perhaps I could be the kind voice for those people who didnt have one. Some days, when my hands were bleeding and every part of me ached and I still was poor, I wished Id stayed in Madinhar and kept to thieving. The world doesnt make it easy, sometimes. Anyways, you can guess the rest. It took a lot of effort to become the person I am today.

Grandpa Irabi took a deep breath of air.

Change the environment. Set the example for how people interact. Change the social dynamic. You sound like Zhuan, in some ways. Just, without the fancy vocabulary. But its not enough.

Theres a reason I stayed in Arriroba. Here, I could know everyone. Madinahr was too big for me.

Mirian nodded. And theres other systems at work. Degasiab may own a few farms around here, but hes a minnow to the Akanan leviathans. She looked at Irabi. What if youd robbed that man instead of letting him buy you dinner?

I thought about it. Kindness alone isnt enough. My grandfather knew a kind man. Utterly selfless. He put himself in front of a group of undead soldiers to save his squad during a retreat. Saved my grandfathers life. In the end, it was the cruel man that lived, and the kind one who died. Ive often thought thats why so many cruel men are rich, and kind men poor. Only one is willing to sacrifice.

Another chill went through Mirian at the mention of the undead soldiers. Her birth father had faced the same choice she had. Wen it was all over, Gaius had tried to choose a small life full of love.

Baracuel hadnt let him. And hed lost everything.

Mirian said, Then theres two components. Inspiration, love, and creating the environment where those things flourish is one part. But for that garden to grow, the world needs to change. No one should have the kind of social power that the Akanan magnates have. Nor the Persaman warlords. Nor the generals like Corrmier. But they wont let that power go. Not without a fight. I cant overthrow them like Zhuan wants without provoking a terrible war. Baracuel isnt like Zhughia. But I cant work with them, either; they sabotage me at every turn.

Irabi sighed. I never was much good at wrestling with questions like that. Once I put my last weapon down, I knew I could never pick it up again. I know I havent answered your questions, Mirian. Its all beyond this old man. I dont think anyone has an answer to your questions, or someone would have solved all this mess long ago. Perhaps it's not even possible to have answers to what you face. But I hope so. I hope you can figure it out. And I hope this old mans chatter has been a bit of help.

It has, Mirian said, more to the wind than to anyone. Then she became lost in thought. What would Irabis world look like? she wondered. And how do we get there? Her thoughts turned inward, and in her mind, she wandered the Mausoleum, fingers tracing over statues and reliefs, wandering from room to room, moving from memory to memory.

When supper was ready, no one came by to let Mirian know. Perhaps it was the way her eyes glowed as they stayed locked on the horizon, or the way that her contemplation was as heavy as her aura in the nearby air. They didnt disturb her when it was time to make their way back down to the village. Dimly, she was aware of Grandpa Irabi muttering something to her parents and Zayd waving goodbye to her. By then, the last glimmer of dusk light had faded, but she didnt move. When the last embers of the bonfire had died, Mirian was still looking out at the horizon, not seeing anything at all, just thinking.

Then, as a new glow lit up the night, she looked up. Not at Divir, but at Luamin. Jherica still thought the larger moon might control the Labyrinth. Mirian doubted it. There was no detectable flow of magical energy between Enteria and Luamin. But perhaps

When she looked back down, she saw a now familiar figure watching her. The metal tubes running from his jaw glinted in the moonlight.

There was something different about his posture. He seemed wary. His aura was powerful enough that she could sense it, even at this distance.

But why would he be ready to fight? Hes already seen me. Knows that Im not a threat. Unless

Realization hit Mirian. Youre doing what I did to those Akanan spies. Tracking me back through time. Youre just freer to move across the paths of time than I am. We only see one branch at a time, but you can move from branch to branch. Which means you already know what Im planning. What I want to see next. Then Im right in my guess. Do I succeed?

The man disappeared.

The social problems, she still needed more time to think over. Cosmic mysteries seemed simple in comparison. Shed failed Enteria this cycle, but there was something she still could do.

***

Mirian had sketched out her designs while in Arriroba. Then shed said her goodbyes to her parents and Zayd. Her parents still were wary of her. As well they should be, given what she could do. They couldnt understand her. Couldnt begin to understand what shed been through.

The preparations didnt take long. Mirian had entire warehouses full of materials shed been shipping from west Baracuel to draw from.

Shed grown adept at making steel containers for compressed air. She made ten, hoping that would be enough. One of the cylinders she filled with water. She could use collect water to recycle more as long as she didnt think too much about the water she was recycling. Each container she attached with titanium chains to Equinox. She reinforced the chains with enchantments, then stocked up on mana elixirs.

Sacred One, weve heard word from Palendurio whats going on? one of her loyalist priests asked as she finished up her work.

This cycle is unsalvageable. Ill take the lessons I learned and apply them. Im sorry, she told him.

I I dont understand, the priest said.

Theres not enough time left to both move this all to Mayat Shadr and build the device. You can try, I suppose. Or you can fill this doomed timeline with as much kindness as you can. Ill leave the decision up to you.

But where are you going?

Mirian checked her time tables one last time. Checked her calculations. Jherica was wrong about the best way to go there. They were trying to move too much bulk. It was slow and inefficient. However, with Equinox, shed stumbled upon the perfect method of transit.

She looked up at the empty sky. Luamin.

The moon!? the priest exclaimed, blanching.

Theres answers up there. I dont know what kind. Maybe theyll help solve all this. Maybe they wont. But no matter what happens, Im not giving up. Im never giving up. She looked down, and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. Remember that.

The priest gulped, then nodded.

Mirian stepped back. She set her pocket watch. The steel containers and chains clanked about.

Then she summoned the leyline repulsors to her armor and shot into the sky.

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