[pfsb] investigations and explorations

[blue_ajah]

Two days after Moiraine brought Wei Wuxian's talismans back to Twin Peaks, after she has taken the time necessary to review all of her notes as well as the histories she has been collecting, she calls Dale Cooper, who is still in Olympia, now, rather than Seattle.

All things considered, the conversation could have gone much, much worse.

She is well aware that they are going to have a much longer discussion after he returns in a few weeks, but he had agreed not to ask her to wait. She, in turn, had agreed, as before, not to go to Glastonbury Grove alone, or at night. She also agrees not to approach the pool closer than necessary to place the talismans, or to test it with her own weaving - not at present, anyway.

Hawk had been her next call.

A few days later, after he has had time to consider and to consult with the Bookhouse Boys, Hawk knocks on her apartment door and agrees to her request.

* * * * * * *
When Moiraine returns to Milliways, she leaves a sealed note with Bar, addressed to Wei Wuxian.

Master Wei--

I made the trial of your talismans according to your instructions. When I activated the one at the northernmost point, glowing red energy swept inward from the circle in a wave focused on the pool at its center.

The pool absorbed it all. It vanished into the depths without a ripple, and without a trace.

Nothing else has happened. Yet.

--Moiraine Sedai

That task completed, she settles at her preferred table with tea and begins sketching something in a notebook.

Comments

[blue_ajah]

"Let us not speak of repayment for such things now," the Aes Sedai tells her. "We will talk of it later, if at all."

"I have spoken to you before of those who are ta'veren. I do not have the ability to see ta'maral'ailen forming, but I would be surprised if something were not approaching, some sort of change or culmination. It says much, I suspect, that you were able to enter the tomb at all."

[we_bring_hell]

Moiraine does not define the second term, but Harrow has the bright child's horror of asking questions she can possibly solve through context clues. "It has been ten thousand years since the Emperor needed new disciples," she says. Her voice is quiet, but the vibrato of heavy emotional weather is calmed. She no longer fears to shatter or embarrass herself before the Aes Sedai.

"And it is the myriadic year; the exact year 10,000. I do not peddle in numerology but I admit feels... significant."

"I had the sense," she says slowly, "that the wards were more to... keep out, than keep in. They were powerful wards--From the first time I entered to the time I reached the Body was six months of patient unravelling--but if a ten year old girl, no matter how powerful or ruthlessly tutored, could breach them... If she is so powerful that God fears her, then..."

"When she visited me--if she visited me--she walked through them like air."

[we_do_bones]

So she's not a complete prig in the style of Silas Oktakiseron – though honestly, who is. Gideon relaxes slightly.

It does sound like a pain in the ass. It also sounds like something Gideon can use, right now, to get more information than Harrow has deigned to offer. "So what has Harrow told you?"

[blue_ajah]

"Many things," the Aes Sedai replies, without missing a beat.

Daes Dae'mar, the Game of Houses, is very nearly an art form among Cairhienin and Aes Sedai... and Moiraine is both.

"Was there something of particular interest to you?"

[we_do_bones]

There's a moment where Gideon struggles with the sudden temptation to say what did she tell you about me – but she already knows. Harrow's opinion of her has never been a secret.

"I wonder what she's told you about Canaan House," she says, finally. "About the trials. Fuck! I don't know. It's not like she tells me or anyone else there anything."

I need you to trust me, Harrow had said.
I need you to be trustworthy, Gideon had replied.

[blue_ajah]

She frowns, very slightly, as she thinks.

"Do you know why she is so feared? Exactly why; the nature of the threat she is believed to be, or of the conflict between her and the one who imprisoned her?"

[we_bring_hell]

She hesitates. "The most reliable tales say that the Emperor was petitioned to defeat her by the Lyctors, speaking for their worlds. They were not powerful enough to stop her, so they begged him."

"It is said it was a titanic battle, and that it could not be done twice. That he lost much of his native power in the fight. He sustains our sun, but could he re-ignite it at need? Why do the ten billion yet lie dead? It is... in question, although to voice the question is blasphemy."

"It is said when she wakes again she will fight him again, and defeat him, and by killing him, kill all the Houses of Dominicus system. That is why she must not wake. When I first saw that--" She gestures at the Observation Window. "I thought, so this is what will happen when the Rock is rolled away at last."

"But why she was feared in the first place... only myths. No--all of this is myth. Only apocrypha."

[blue_ajah]

"I have seen it, as it happens," Moiraine says, as if she has not just dropped the equivalent of a conversational bombshell in the air between them.

With perfect, unruffled serenity, she adds,

"It is an interesting place."

[blue_ajah]

"The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass," Moiraine says, "leaving memories that become legend. Legend turns to myth, and even myth is long forgotten by the time the age that gave it birth returns again."

"I have heard similar stories from the turning of Ages in my own world, about those who return, about battles foretold; whether this is something of the sort or something more, for good or ill, I cannot say. But I think that it will be important to find out."

[we_bring_hell]

"Some of the stories say she led an army against the Emperor. An agent of the colony worlds. Or that she was some kind of cosmic being, eldest of several, offended by the challenge to their hegemony."

She lowers her voice, despite the ward, as if she is repeating something illicit: "There is a heresy whispered on the Ninth, that she was God's... beloved... or his protector, and his Lyctors were jealous of her for her closeness to the Emperor and sowed dissent between them. But why would God need a bodyguard?"

[blue_ajah]

"Do you have the stories all collected? Heresy or not?"

She thinks of the Karaethon Cycle, the Prophecies of the Dragon, and how many answers had lain hidden therein.

[we_bring_hell]

She begins to shake her head, then halts. "On the Ninth, there are apocryphal scriptures that contain the... approved legends," she says. "Heresies would not be compiled for teaching. It was always hushed up, as it fed animosity against the House."

"The Eighth might have records of heresies, they despise us. But I do not have such things with me at Canaan House."

[blue_ajah]

"It is a place to begin," the Aes Sedai tells her. "Perhaps you could send to someone there for copies, after your trial."

She says it as if the assumption is clear that Harrow will succeed.

[we_bring_hell]

She nods, and her hand tightens momentarily on Moiraine's, before she remembers herself. Embarrassed, she retracts it.

"Crux would know. He is loyal only to the Reverend Family--a hard man in many respects, but his kindness to me has been endless. And he is ancient and knows everything that happens on the Ninth. Between the scriptures and his memory we should be able to cover both the peri-canonical and the heretical."

[blue_ajah]

The Aes Sedai nods.

"Then we shall start with him."

[we_do_bones]

"You've..."

She gropes for words, but there just aren't any.



"What do you mean you've seen it?!"

[we_bring_hell]

"I would like to see him again very much," she admits.

Even though he killed Ortus Ninegad and his mother.

[blue_ajah]

Moiraine arches an eyebrow, and gestures gracefully at the front door.

"Do you see a door there? Not everyone does."

[blue_ajah]

A small smile curves her lips.

"Then I am pleased it seems you will have the chance, hopefully soon."

[we_do_bones]

She does, but just to make extra sure, she slips her dark glasses off her face and looks again. "Yeah.

"So you just...you looked through the door and saw it?"

[we_bring_hell]

She thinks. "The Tomb... at the center, beyond the wards. Let me describe it more fully."

"There is an expanse of salt water surrounding a central stone. It is a mystery in itself; there is no ocean on the Ninth. It moves in a tide much like the one here. Closer to the stone it becomes ice."

"She is chained there, the chains running through the stone. She holds her naked blade, and frost is on her skin. Her hair was wet. She was... beautiful." For a moment the expression on Harrow's face is entirely unguarded, but only for a moment.

"Her eyes were closed. In my initial... visitations, they seemed dark, like my mother's eyes, but when I have seen her here and in Canaan House--for the first time in many years--they are amber. Like Gideon Nav's." Her face flames under the paint.

[blue_ajah]

Moiraine turns to a blank page in her notebook and begins jotting quick notes as the younger woman talks.

"What color is her hair?"

She makes note of Harrow's expression and her blush, but does not remark on them.

[we_bring_hell]

"I have never been able to be certain," she says. "It is always wet. Something dark, yet not, I think black."

It feels so strange to talk about it--her--like an ordinary phenomenon. Unearthly, perhaps, but catalogable. Solid. "She is taller than me, but that is.... easily achieved."

"She speaks to me in the voices of the dead, when she speaks. Sometimes like my mother, or members of our parish. But that is rarely." She takes a breath, and then says: "She spoke to me here, once. When I touched your True Source, for just a moment."

She feels cold; like she has betrayed. But it is simple fact.

[blue_ajah]

"It is not uncommon to do so, when another opens the door that you may see," she murmurs. "Or, sometimes, to cross into others' worlds, for a time. That is something I have done in the past, as well."

She does not clarify whether or not this is one of those cases, perhaps deliberately so.

[we_do_bones]

"So which was it this time?"

You don't grow up with Harrowhark Nonagesimus and not learn to recognized a carefully crafted statement when you hear it. "A look through the door?

"Or a visit?"