The Demon Cycle Series Books 1 and 2: The Painted Man, The Desert Spear. Peter V. Brett

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      ‘That name is not to be spoken again by either of you,’ Ronnell scolded Arlen and his daughter.

      ‘But …’ Arlen began.

      ‘You think this wasn’t known?’ the librarian cut him off. ‘His Grace has ordered anyone speaking the name of Thesa arrested. Do you want to spend years breaking rocks in his mines?’

      ‘Why?’ Arlen asked. ‘What harm could it bring?’

      ‘Before the Duke closed the library,’ Ronnell said, ‘some people were obsessed with Thesa, and with soliciting monies to hire Messengers to contact lost dots on the maps.’

      ‘What’s wrong with that?’ Arlen asked.

      ‘The king is three centuries dead, Arlen,’ Ronnell said, ‘and the dukes will make war before they bend knee to anyone but themselves. Talk of reunification reminds people of things they ought not remember.’

      ‘Better to pretend that the walls of Miln are the entire world?’ Arlen asked.

      ‘Until the Creator forgives us and sends his Deliverer to end the Plague,’ Ronnell said.

      ‘Forgives us for what?’ Arlen asked. ‘What plague?’

      Ronnell looked at Arlen, his eyes a mix of shock and indignation. For a moment, Arlen thought the Tender might strike him. He steeled himself for the blow.

      Instead, Ronnell turned to his daughter. ‘Can he really not know?’ he asked in disbelief.

      Mery nodded. ‘The Tender in Tibbet’s Brook was … unconventional,’ she said.

      Ronnell nodded. ‘I remember,’ he said. ‘He was an acolyte whose master was cored, and never completed his training. We always meant to send someone new …’ He strode to his desk and began penning a letter. ‘This cannot stand,’ he said. ‘What plague, indeed!’

      He continued to grumble, and Arlen took it as a cue to edge for the door.

      ‘Not so fast, you two,’ Ronnell said. ‘I’m very disappointed in you both. I know Cob is not a religious man, Arlen, but this level of negligence is really quite unforgivable.’ He looked to Mery. ‘And you, young lady!’ he snapped. ‘You knew this, and did nothing?’

      Mery looked at her feet. ‘I’m sorry, Father,’ she said.

      ‘And well you should be,’ Ronnell said. He drew a thick volume from his desk and handed it to his daughter. ‘Teach him,’ he commanded, handing her the Canon. ‘If Arlen doesn’t know the book back and forth in a month, I’ll take a strap to both of you!’

      Mery took the book, and both of them scampered out as quickly as possible.

      ‘We got off pretty easy,’ Arlen said.

      ‘Too easy,’ Mery agreed. ‘Father was right. I should have said something sooner.’

      ‘Don’t worry about it,’ Arlen said. ‘It’s just a book. I’ll have it read by morning.’

      ‘It’s not just a book!’ Mery snapped. Arlen looked at her curiously.

      ‘It’s the word of the Creator, as penned by the first Deliverer,’ Mery said.

      Arlen raised an eyebrow. ‘Honest word?’ he asked.

      Mery nodded. ‘It’s not enough to read it. You have to live it. Every day. It’s a guide to bring humanity from the sin that brought about the Plague.’

      ‘What plague?’ Arlen asked for what felt like the dozenth time.

      ‘The demons, of course,’ Mery said. ‘The corelings.’