The Chaoswar Saga: A Kingdom Besieged, A Crown Imperilled, Magician’s End. Raymond E. Feist

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      They came out of the shadows as the sun set in the west, darker shapes against the greying light. They were massive of shoulder and two were four-legged, dog-like in their form, with massive heads on powerful necks and slavering fangs. The others were roughly man-shaped, but their heads were animal: ram, bull, lion, or bear, with exaggerated tusks and fangs, large horns, feathers, fur, or scales.

      Two of Child’s followers were dead before they even knew enemies were upon them, their heads literally plucked from their necks. Child came to her feet and without hesitation put out her hand and a wall of searing flames exploded out in a sweeping wave that caused half a dozen Mad Ones to burst into mystic sparks and vanish.

      Another four hesitated and then leapt at her, perhaps thinking her magic exhausted. With a thrust of her hand she shot out a bolt of energy that propelled one of the dog-like creatures through the air, slamming it so hard against the wall that its bones cracked.

      The other four-legged being launched itself at her and she simply reached out, swung it around and threw it hard against the opposite wall, breaking its back. The last two hesitated, and died for their uncertainty. Child took one step forward and with a slice of her talon slashed open both their throats, causing steaming blood to fountain across the room.

      She turned to find the young male she had admired earlier upon the back of the last Mad One, his fangs fastened deep in the bull-headed demon’s neck. He howled in pain but the young male persisted and with a loud grunt of victory finally bit through the thick muscle and the Mad One collapsed.

      Instantly all the remaining demons in Child’s party began to feast. Even Belog was overcome with the smell of blood and the release of energies. Child batted away some of her companions as she claimed her victims’ heads. She always ate the brains, no matter how primitive the mind: her hunger for knowledge was insatiable.

      They devoured every body in the room, including their two fallen comrades. When they were finished, Child studied them. Two were budding flyers. Not yet able to sustain long flight, but able to hover for a short time and to scout ahead. Five were males who were starting to become warriors. She smiled at the thought of keeping them loyal; she was maturing and the desire to mate was rising daily. There were five worker male demons, two imps, and four immature females. The females would have to be controlled and developed carefully. Unlike the males, who as a rule became warriors or labourers, the females had a variety of potential roles. Perhaps one as a pleasure creature, a succubus, to amuse the males when she needed to have them diverted; and the other three could be many things, including mothers.

      She sat back. To Belog she said, ‘Tell the males to stand guard at the doors, and keep the others quiet. I need to consider things; I need to think.’

      She retired to a corner, sat down with her knees hiked before her chin, her arms around her knees, and thought. Hours went by.

      At dawn she arose and said to Belog, ‘Walk with me.’ To the others she said, ‘Stay here. We will return shortly.’

      They complied and Child and the Archivist left the building. ‘You are growing larger,’ she said.

      He removed his coat and displayed broader shoulders and chest, and arms far more muscled than before. ‘You are generous with food, Child.’

      ‘I no longer wish to be called that,’ she said.

      ‘What would you wish?’

      She paused and said, ‘Mi …’ She hesitated.

      ‘Mistress?’ he offered.

      She hesitated. ‘No, not Mistress.’ At last she said, ‘I do not yet know, but will tell you when I do. Until then Child will do.’

      ‘Yes, Child,’ he said without mockery. He knew when she was serious and now she was deadly serious.

      ‘I have lived before,’ she began.

      He nodded.

      ‘Yet my memories of my previous life or lives are not there. Hints, fleeting images, but I can’t quite …’

      She paused and after a minute when she didn’t continue he said, ‘It happens. If your last death was exceptionally violent and prolonged, knowledge fades while you die, so that the energies become fragmented and not all of them return to the spawning pit. You were born of a living mother, so even more energies were consumed in the birth. And if you died at the hands of an energy-drinker, there would be very little identity to return to the spawning pits. It would be as if one came close enough to the Final Death to feel its icy chill and somehow pulled back, to be reborn, but greatly reduced.’

      ‘No, it’s not that,’ she said dismissively. ‘The memories are there: I just can’t reach them.’

      He had no idea what to say. Finally, he said, ‘What is your pleasure, Child?’

      ‘I need to change.’

      ‘You have been changing.’

      ‘No, I mean, I need to become something other than what I am. There are things in motion, powers roaming out there that demand more than I can give in this form.’

      After a long, thoughtful moment, Belog said, ‘There are many powerful beings out there, Child. In the other realms they speak of invisible beings, powerful beings, called gods, who subvert plans and tinker with fate, distort reality and change time and space by will, providing benefit or harm at whim. In many realms it is said that some lesser beings have risen to become gods.’

      She was silent for a very long time as she grappled with concerns Belog could only guess at. Finally she said, ‘Let us return. We must move on. There is somewhere we need to go.’

      ‘Where?’

      She looked at him and smiled. ‘I do not know. Let us explore.’

      The hall was enormous, filling half the massive palace that contained it. Even though it was deserted, there was a presence in it.

      At the centre of the room a large opening yawned at them. It was a murder pit, where prisoners or others suffering the King’s displeasure were thrown to die, either at one another’s hands, or by some other means viewed as amusing to the monarch.

      Around the murder pit were smaller, shallower feasting pits where prisoners would be brought in chains to be devoured by the King’s court. The iron restraining rings in the floor where those chains had been fastened were rusted and mute.

      At the rear wall rose a massive dais upon which sat a marble throne. Child walked up to the throne and ran her hand over the surface. Dusty rags, the remnants of soft cushions upon which the monarch had rested, were the last vestiges of this city’s once-proud ruler. She stood studying the empty throne, as if she could somehow divine what it had been like when this city was a thriving centre of what passed for culture among the Savage Kingdoms. Her head was cocked to one side, as if she was listening to the silence. Then she moved away from it and pointed, ‘Over there.’

      Belog looked where she indicated and saw nothing. The wall appeared unadorned except for sconces every ten feet or so where torches or lamps had once rested.

      Now Child was touching the walls as she had the throne. Softly she whispered, ‘Do you feel it?’

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