Volyno and Hs'saun.
She didn't know her hands shook until the sheets' upper corners began to shiver. She'd seen these names written on castle walls in the faded black fluids of Li'kn. Three guardian undead had once inhabited that place, but Li'kn was alone when Wynn and her companions had reached the castle.
Wynn read further and came upon a reflexive proper noun. Volyno had written this passage. When she turned to the next sheet, the page's numbering jumped by three.
She stopped, quickly checking her notes, and then scanned the codex for any date on which missing pages or selected passages had been sent out for transcription. When she found it, finally realizing the time frame, Wynn sank into depression.
It was the night Jeremy and Elias had died.
Whatever was missing had been in that stolen folio, and the black figure had willingly killed for it. Wynn returned to the loose stack, reading onward, and found two more strange titles aside from the Children.
The Reverent and the Eaters of Silence.
Upon her return home with the texts, Domin il'Snke had been asked to extend his visit and assist with any ancient Sumanese dialects found therein. Likely he'd worked on these terms. Unable to stop, she read on and found more proper names scattered throughout the pages.
Jeyretan, Fzabid, Memaneh, Creif, Uhmgad, Sau'ilahk, and more...
In places, she could tell where another person was referred to, but next to these were only a blank space or a margin note"marks or letter system unknown" or "symbol or ideogram unknown." She counted these anyway, making note in her journal. It was impossible to tell if any name belonged to any particular group or none of them at all. But she found two closely positioned near another mention of Li'kn.
Vespana and Ga'hetman.
She didn't like the implication.
In the very next sentenceor fragments of itthe white undead was referred to as "daughter of Beloved."
Wynn froze.
Daughter, as in a childLi'kn was one of the Children. Vespana and Ga'hetman were mentioned with her as well. And Volyno and Hs'saun had been with her at one time in that ice-bound castle.
The Childrenlike Li'knwere all ancient Noble Dead.
"Valhachkasej'!" Wynn swore in a whisper, more from fright than anger.
Vampires from a thousand or more years ago had served their Beloved in a war that erased the world's history. There were five, not one, not Li'kn alone, and that one had survived for so long...
Wynn didn't want to finish that thought.
How many of the other four still walked the world to this day?
A vampire versed in one of the three magics, who had existed for a thousand years, might develop power beyond what any mage could hope for in one lifetime. Perhaps even the power to walk through walls, to become incorporeal at will, and yet physically tear out a city guard's chest.
Was Rodian half-right concerning the black figure? She had even seriously entertained his notion. Was it a mage as well as a vampirelike Chane?
Was it one of the other four among the Children?
Wynn flipped to a blank page in her journal and began writing every name she could find.
She marked the names of five of the Children. The rest remained to be identified as either the Reverent or the Eaters of Silence, or someone separate altogether. She scanned onward, reaching a place where the original text had decayed too much. Only fragments of Volyno's entry remained.
...through victory sweet [unknown symbols/letters].....world in tatters still and.....great numbers of the obedient chattel.....western force was destroyed. Beloved took refuge.....the Children divided.
Wynn paused with her quill hanging motionless above her journal.
The Children, the five, dividedwhat did that mean? Did they become at odds with one another? And why had the Beloved taken refuge, and from what?
Volyno and Hs'saun had gone with Li'kn and the orb into the Pock Peaks, where the castle had been built by minions in that high frozen waste. Wynn knew too well what had become of those "obedient chattel." Magiere had seen hundreds of ancient skeletons, only some of them human, left crouched and curled in obeisance within small stone cubbiesleft to starve in the cavern below the castle. The sanctuary they had built housed the orb that Magiere, Leesil, and Chap now attempted to hide somewhere in safety.
But what had happened to Volyno and Hs'saun?
It was hard to imagine that they'd simply left, since Li'kn seemed trapped there. Every time the white undead had tried to do anything, something unknown and unseen had reined her in. In over a thousand years she'd never left that place. Alone for so long, and sinking into her madness, Li'kn had even forgotten the sound of spoken words. It seemed likely that for whatever reason, Volyno and Hs'saun were no more.
And if divided did mean "separated," there was still the question of where Vespana and Ga'hetman had gone. And why decrease their strength in numbers, as well as abandon their master? Three had gone with the orb, so what had the other two done?
And most of all, where had their Beloved gone?
Perhaps these answers were what the black-robed undead was searching forother ancient servants of the Enemy. Wynn reached a disconnected phrase so puzzling it knocked out all other questions.
...the anchors of creation...
She checked the left column. Its translated part sounded like some kind of Sumanese, possibly Iyindu, but the rest was missing. If Domin il'Snke had translated this, she would have to ask him. But when she scanned the rest of the column and looked to the codex for any further reference, she found nothing more. Surely if il'Snke had any notion of its possible meaning, he would've noted it for others working on translations. With no other texts as old as these ever found, internal referencing was what would be leaned upon most.
Volyno's writing grew more and more sketchy, more broken by untranslated or unreadable pieces. Soon Wynn found it difficult to distinguish between a possible name and just indefinable proper nouns. She did come across a word translated as priests near another reference to "those of the Beloved."
She remembered the calcified remains Magiere had spoken of along the curving tunnels and cavern of the orb. Li'kn had walked between those long-dead worshipers in utter disregard. Again Wynn found herself understandingsharingthe fear that drove Sykion and High-Tower to deception and subterfuge.
Had a dark religion existed behind the force that sought the end to all sentient life?
Wynn didn't care to think how people like Rodian would take that, coupled with an ancient history they denied. Had the Children also been a religious order?
No, not with other groups mentioned. Those ancient Noble Dead might have been seen as holy, but by mere title, the more likely priests were the Reverent. So which of the other names belonged to the third groupthe Eaters of Silence? And who or what had they been?
Wynn bit her lower lip in frustration and turned the page. It was the last one in the stack.
She dug through the piles, checking volume numbers for any section that followed, but she never found one. Further work on volume seven hadn't been completed yet.
In the end, she had a list of seventeen names and nine blanks as possible names where the writing systems were unknown to the translators. Of the former, five were the Children of the BelovedLi'kn, Volyno, Hs'saun, Vespana, and Ga'hetman.
Wynn swallowed hard and then started at a grumbling whine.
"Young Hygeorht!" Trpodious croaked from the outer room. "If that animal has an accident in my archives, you'll answer for it! It is late for supper already."
Had an entire day slipped by again? Wynn glanced down.
The female looked up, not even raising her head from her paws, and a wave of guilt hit Wynn. Her new companion hadn't gone outside all day.