[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.

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[blue_ajah]

"Lady Ninth," Moiraine says, gently. "Harrow."

You are a hard woman, Moiraine Sedai, Lan Mandragoran had told her once. She had not disagreed then, and does not now.

She is who she is, and she has always been as hard as she has to be.

"I made my decision in this long ago. Nothing you have said here today has changed it."

Would the younger woman think differently of her if she knew everything that the Aes Sedai carried with her, done and undone, in her own past? Perhaps. A flicker of guilt whispers through her and she shoulders it as she has every other burden, then pushes it away.

[we_bring_hell]

"All right," she whispers. She is trembling; she hates it.

(She looks horribly young. In this light it is clear; the formidable skull of the Ninth is just paint on a seventeen year old girl, pushed to her limit and held there without hope of relief. One who is neither as hard-boiled or as damned as she believes herself to be.)

[blue_ajah]

She hesitates, considering, but only for a moment.

Moiraine holds out her hand to Harrow, palm up, clearly expecting her to take it.

[we_bring_hell]

For her part, she hesitates as well; when she reaches out her gloveless hand, it is not in the manner of one seizing a lifeline, but anticipating a smack with a ruler or at least an examination. Nevertheless she takes comfort in the warmth of Moiraine's skin on hers; delicate hand in delicate hand, pale brown skin on pale pink.

Something in her chest that's wordless and primal, very much a part of the meat she controls so unkindly and not the trapped and angry mind above, takes comfort. The body remembers, as well as the mind, and it lays this memory in a pathetically thin file of such comforts. Crux's rough old man hands leading her gently through the caverns of the Ninth when she was most lost. The illusion of the Body's cold hand when she was most alone. Most buried and most cherished, her father's firm hand, flinching from her even then but still supporting, as she took her earliest teetering steps alongside a construct's.

[blue_ajah]

She closes her fingers around the younger woman's and rests their linked hands on the table.

"I do not intend to turn away from you for this," she murmurs. "Instead, if you will allow, I will work with you to seek further answers."

[we_bring_hell]

A gasp escapes her black lips before she regains control. "Yes," she says, eyes gleaming.

"I mean... I would appreciate... I do not know how I could ever repay it."

[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."

[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]

"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_bring_hell]

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

Even though he killed Ortus Ninegad and his mother.

[blue_ajah]

A small smile curves her lips.

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

[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]

Her dark-eyed gaze sharpens, at that.

"When you touched the True Source? What did she say?"

[we_bring_hell]

"'For a moment you went where I cannot follow'," she says soberly. "But she was proud."

[blue_ajah]

"I see."

She taps a forefinger against the table and absently tests the texture of its surface as she thinks.

"Secrets and salt water, you said. Is that why, then, if there is no other salt water on the Ninth?"