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- In winter, the rest-time for the Four Lands, PASSACAGLIA and their band did venture to
- KARAKIZ, the ancient city of GODBIRTH. There they sought the tyrant of KARAKIZ, a
- great warrior named BALTAGJI.The road was long and desperate, and many did die as their armor did naught to warm
- them, and their cloth was thin and torn, and their bellies were empty. All nights were cold
- and deep, but PASSACAGLIA was of good cheer, and his captains did lend them their
- heat as PASSACAGLIA had shared it with them, as was wanted.
- It was on a cold and bitter night like this that PASSACAGLIA saw a ghost-light bobbing in
- the falling snow. “Do not chase it,” one loyal captain urged PASSACAGLIA. “It is a
- ghost-light, to bewitch travellers. In summer it leads to death -- surely it begets the same
- in winter, if not worse.”
- But PASSACAGLIA, always of good cheer (for they already took their fill of suffering
- under the Pasha, and grief was their name after ten-and-three of their brothers had died)
- took up their spear TUI and said to their beloved captain “Take heart, o Captain. I am
- only a humble farm-boy, and you a strong soldier. If I fall, you will take up my name, and
- carry my dream in your breast farther than I.”
- And PASSACAGLIA left, and chased the ghost-light through the howling snow, and came
- to a small ruin of a home where the ghost-light was trapped. “Little ember,”
- PASSACAGLIA called to the light. “Why have you led me here? What message do you
- carry for my ears?”
- And from a deeper shadow yet in the home, a voice issued, saying “Do not seek out the
- speaker of this voice. Listen only to my words, and make no movement, and when I am
- done you will be guided back to your camp.
- “I am ORACLE, and I have seen the end of all stories. You are called PASSACAGLIA,
- and your name will never be uttered in darkness. Before you lies a thousand years of
- empire, yours if you continue along your path. But know this: to continue will only feed a
- terrible wheel, whose name is DIS, and whose appetite is vast as the star-lit sky. Will you
- continue?”
- PASSACAGLIA, without hesitation, said to the ORACLE, “Yes. Pasha has doomed my
- mothers and killed my brothers. I must continue. Why will this turn your terrible wheel?”
- And the ORACLE said, “Your Empire would be built at the tip of a spear. Your fields
- watered with arrows, and then bullets, and then coherent particles. You would build a
- monument to your brothers, and to your mothers, and you would form it from the ash and
- bone of the brothers and mothers of your enemies, and hear only the cheers of your
- people, and not the cries of the children of those innumerable dead. This,
- PASSACAGLIA, is the fuel for the wheel that consumes the empires made by brave
- young heroes like you.”
- This ponderous whinging curdled PASSACAGLIA’s fair features into a terrible mask of
- hate, and so storming into the back of the small house they found the ORACLE there, a
- creature wrapped in rags. PASSACAGLIA threatened the ORACLE with TUI at its neck
- and said, “Speak no more, ORACLE, but to beg for mercy! You do not know the life I
- have suffered, you have not heard the cries of my brothers, or the wailing of my mothers,
- nor the hope my words bring to those who have suffered as I have!And the ORACLE, laughing, said, “Do you think I fear death, PASSACAGLIA? I, who have seen the great wheel DIS grind across my own sky and gave it name? I, who have
- heard countless times those very words spoken from mouths like yours? I, who has lived
- and who has died? I, who has gained this knowledge and many other secret ones?”
- So PASSACAGLIA stabbed the ORACLE through the throat with TUI, and the ORACLE
- laughed and said, “You are braver than most, PASSACAGLIA, and fool who must learn.
- Go, build your empire. I will meet you again at the end.”
- And the ORACLE died, though there was no blood, and when PASSACAGLIA tore off the
- creature’s robes they found not a man, as they thought, but a golem in the shape of a
- man, made of like-skin, with black blood and green blood, and saw many ghost-lights
- blinking where its eyes should be.
- PASSACAGLIA took the ORACLE’s cloak, finding it a fine and sturdy thing, and left their
- spear TUI, and returned to their camp. There, PASSACAGLIA took comfort in their
- captains, and forgot the words of the ORACLE, and continued to KARAKIZ, where they
- would build their empire.
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