Under a Starless Sky novel Chapter 46

Torny was clearly envious at the detailed drawings she found in a cursory glance at TL’s book. Tane almost put Shen’s book down in favor of the drawings in TL’s book.

“Yeah, she is a better artist than I,” Shen said.

“My toddler is a better artist than you,” Tane said.

Coffee and tea arrived. There was honey and goat milk. It was set on the table and Abby served. TL had a cup of coffee with milk and honey. Shen drank his black. Arne, consequently, had his black. He made a face and nearly spit it out.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Shen said. “I won’t be offended if you doctor it.”

“I will drink what you drink,” Arne said. He nodded to the quilt with a world map. “You got this all wrong.”

“It’s to scale,” Shen said.

“It’s wrong,” Arne said.

“This is how I saw it,” Shen said. “We’re here.”

“Tamoria?” Arne said. “The Great Ridge. You’re near here?”

“Here,” Shen said.

“On the top?” Erico asked. “Even dragons can’t fly over the Great Ridge.”

“You’re under the mountain,” Arne said. “You know this because of vision, or because you have access to outside?”

“We have access to outside,” Shen said. “Both sides.”

“It could take weeks to traverse…” Yaffa said. “Your domain is that big?”

“No,” Shen began, but stopped. Even TL Looked up at him, concerned, and then tracked his math and saw the truth of it. He had finally had a revelation, a past experience explained. In his head, he was walking his past. It took a solid day to walk from Easterly to East Midelay. Even if one had a strait tunnel from East Midelay to West Midelay, it should take weeks to pass from one side of the mountain range to the other. They did it in days. “Masters travel in three.” As a child, he couldn’t see. Some of the passages were intentionally dark, one had to travel by light. If he clicked, he got smacked, and so was guided. Guided through a series of gates. A gate, very thin ring, touching floor, ceiling, and walls. Four circles on the floor, two on either side of the gate, recessed into the wall on each side of the gate. A Master stepped into one of these people-size alcoves. There came the smell of ozone. Two Masters stepped through the gate, each taking up the circle to either side of the gate. The party past through. The first master that had waited came through. Once she was through, the other two Masters came out of their ‘keyhole positions.’ The tunnel from which they came suddenly expanded, lengthening, turning in his vision, as in a dream- the infinite hall of no escape. He nearly vomited.

“You okay?”

“He has had a vision,” Torny said.

“No,” Shen told her. “I just realized I have been asleep my whole life, not paying attention to the right things.”

“It’s called growing up,” Yaffa said. “We all do this.”

“Care to share you’re epiphany?” Arne asked.

“Only that you’re right,” Shen said. “It could take time to pass through the mountain, with caveats.”

“Secret caveats?” Arne said.

“I don’t know. This may not be my secret to share,” Shen said.

There was silence and the Arne nodded. “That level of discernment has raised your esteem with me, friend.”

“How many people are in your village?” Erico asked.

“Are you friends with the Tarmorians?” Torny asked.

“Have you been to Sinter?” Arne asked.

Shen held his hands up. He was overwhelmed by the speed of the questions and his sudden insight. He took his book from Tane and showed Arne the pages. “I was raised by the Tamorians. I was born here. They call it Easterly. I have spent time in Midelay, East, Middle, and West, and I have visited Lakewood, here. Loxy can give you a map drawn to scale. I have forged through the sleeping forest deep, to the wall of it here. I suspect there is another wall of Sleeping Tree over here, but I have not pushed into that side. West Midelay and Lakewood folks do most of the sacred Night Walks there. More and more they are coming this way. The only thing holding them back is likely the presence of Irks. They thrive in this area.”

“We would trade for Irk skin, eggs, feathers,” Arne said. “And goats.”

“And for a supply of fresh fruits, vegetables,” Yaffa said.

“Honey would be sweet,” Erico said.

“Okay,” Shen said.

“You have been to Sinter?” Arne asked, repeating the question Torny had asked; he clearly ignored the offer for trade.

“Let the myths be,” Yaffa said.

“I am not welcomed in Sinter. I have never been,” Shen said. “I thought it was a race thing; I am unaccepted because I am white. Then I thought it was just a man thing, but men clearly get accepted to go fight. I believe it is because I use magic. More likely, it was because I failed to assimilate to their ways.”

“What could be so horrible a goat fucker wouldn’t do?” Erico said.

“Call him goat fucker one more time, and I will level you,” Arne said. “That joke is done.”

“I apologize,” Erico said.