Don't worry-I'm free of the taint these plangents seem to carry."
Ususi nodded. It fit. Only the crystal worked specifically by Shaddon, or touched by Pandorym prior to implantation, seemed to carry the taint. While both her keystone and the young man's arm showed dark filaments in the core, the discoloration appeared to be only an indicator of Pandorym's awakening in the Celestial Nadir, not a sign of influence from that malign entity. "And who are you?" Ususi asked.
"I'm Warian Datharathi. This is my Uncle Zeltaebar. The opening into this terrible dimension is my grandfather's fault." "Is Shaddon your grandfather?" Ususi asked. Warian nodded. "Did you meet him? He's been … subverted by some malignant creature he found in this dark realm. He sold his soul for the sake of gold long ago, but his aspirations for complete power finally consumed him in this enterprise. I've… I've never been close to him, not since I was too young to know better." Zel said, "Actually, no one in our family was particularly close to him. Except for poor Sevaera." He pointed at the head at Ususi's feet. "Her trust in Shaddon led her down a terrible path." His voice caught as he spoke, and he wiped at one eye.
Warian gave a small shake of his head as if attempting to push away an unpleasant thought, then looked back at Ususi. "Who are you? I've traveled the Shining South widely over the last few years, and neither of you are from around there, that's obvious." "We have a connection to the Imaskari who built this space," responded Ususi. "Whatever your grandfather awoke here, it is a vengeful force that now moves against a refugee population of Imaskar that secreted itself away long ago.
Unless we can stop it, that population will be eradicated." Warian's eyes grew wide. "How's that possible? The Imaskari are long dead. No offense," he finished, looking slightly sheepish. "We've maintained the secret of our survival for protection," said Ususi, and gestured at herself and Iahn. "Our forebears made many enemies, and we, the children of that great empire, have renounced the imperial dreams that proved only a path to destruction." Iahn had fixed her with an unflinching glare. The wizard knew why. She'd revealed the existence of surviving Imaskari. But this young man wore a crystal graft embedded in his flesh that wasn't susceptible to Pandorym's manipulation. He could help them, and Deep Imaskar, too. "Now that Pandorym has attacked us, our existence is no longer a secret.
Thankfully, my arrival here in the Celestial Nadir means I can take direct action against the threat." "Pandorym?" wondered Zel. "The evil woken by your grandfather is called Pandorym. It is a powerful entity, kept safe and sealed away by the ancient Imaskari for good reason. And …" A far more unpleasant revelation had to be made, and she didn't want to do it. But speed was important, and she felt obligated to tell them before she could ask Warian for aid. Her stomach fluttered as she prepared herself. "I, um…" Ususi stammered, her voice nearly breaking, "what is your relation to Eined Datharathi?" "She's my sister," said Warian. "Why? Have you seen her?" Ususi cast down her eyes. She said, "I knew her briefly." Warian looked past Ususi, to the nexus of the three paths. His hand went to his mouth as he stared, and recognition of what he saw penetrated his soul. He made no sound, but his quivering shoulders communicated a terrible grief.
Iahn helped Warian and Zeltaebar Datharathi prepare Eined for burial. The boy, Warian, wept quietly as he worked. Zel's eyes were bright with restrained tears and his fingers shook. Neither quailed from what had to be done. The vengeance taker respected them for that stability of character. They'd obviously both been close to the girl, in their own ways. For his part, Iahn was impressed with the strength of personality that had propelled Eined as far as she'd gone, even without martial skill or magical aid. Without her, he and the fugitive wizard would still be casting about for a way to regain Deep Imaskar.
That was their destination, and they needed to move quickly. Ususi had glared at him when he demanded she take them straight to Deep Imaskar.
Apparently he'd failed, once again, to observe protocol. He sighed. He recognized that she knew more about Pandorym and what to do about it than he, a strong-arm vengeance taker. She was a wizard, Imaskar-trained. She said they needed Warian's help, and therefore, his good will. So they aided the young man in paying final respects to his sister. Ususi magically produced rolls of fine white linen for funerary wrapping, along with fragrant oils and a tome titled The Writ of Adama the wizard somehow managed to draw from the sunlit world into the lightless artificial void. Ususi's Celestial Nadir expertise, plus her knowledge of spells and sorceries, made her a potent force. Potent enough to deal with Pandorym? The vengeance taker shrugged. Time would tell. Before long, Eined was fully wrapped and prepared according to the Vaelanites' wishes. Ususi lit a brilliant magical light over the three paths. They stood around the tiny form that lay at the nexus's center, their heads bowed. Many moments passed. Warian bent down on one knee. "Good-bye, Sis," he breathed. "I'm… I'll miss you…" He couldn't finish. In one hand he clutched Eined's blue sash. Zel stepped forward and laid his hands on Warian's shoulders. He said nothing. Ususi swallowed. Her eyes glistened. With a taut voice, she said, "The Celestial Nadir has seen its share of burials. The remains of powerful emperors drift within this great dark, in grand mausoleums of granite and crystal. But it is not the style in which our loved ones are given over to the great gulf that matters. It is our memory of the departed and the esteem in which we hold them that lets them live on." Ususi coughed slightly and continued. "In the short time I knew Eined Datharathi, I found that her character was among the finest and strongest I've known. She was willing to endanger herself to accomplish what she thought was right, and for that willingness, she made the ultimate sacrifice, despite our best efforts to guard her."
Ususi paused, leaned down, and laid her hand on the wrapped figure's forehead for a moment. She straightened, and a tear traced a sudden line down her cheek. She said, "Eined Datharathi's sacrifice in bringing us here, to the Celestial Nadir, could be the difference between the extinction of the rest of her family and its survival.
Moreover, had she not risked all to guide us here, Deep Imaskar would have no chance at all for salvation. If we survive to record it, Eined Datharathi's name will be remembered among the greatest heroes of our people." Iahn squinted slightly, the only outward sign of his consternation. Ususi had broken the law of the Great Seal again by speaking of Deep Imaskar to those who did not dwell there. He hoped he would not bear the burden of imposing discipline on her. "And," added Zel, "If we survive this, those of us untainted by Shaddon's folly will raise her to the status of family saint, and put her likeness in stone in our hall." Zel squeezed Warian's shoulder again, and the young man bent down to tie Eined's blue sash around her wrapped wrist.
With a gesture from Ususi, the body slid toward the edge of the path.
Instead of dropping, it drifted gently into the dark. Iahn noted that the wizard had the keystone clutched in one hand. Ususi's mastery of the Nadir uplifted the wrapped body. The white form slowly receded. As Eined dwindled, she flared with illumination, taking on the same glow as all the other objects that drifted within the artificial space. The body receeded, growing smaller and smaller, until Eined's light was indistinguishable from the other motes that wafted through the darkness. She was gone. With a subtle swing of her head, Ususi gestured Iahn to follow, and they walked a few paces down the stone path. Warian and Zel remained together, gazing into the dark. The vengeance taker said in a low voice, "A good sendoff." Ususi said,