Rien’s Rebellion 38 – 30 Storis 1138 Ragin

Ragin

30 Storis, 1138

I should have known. The bridgekeeper hesitated when I asked directions.

I tried to convince myself that I only smelled a hearth, that the rutted road wasn’t from water tanks and pump carts, that if a building had burned, it wasn’t Rien’s, but I’m not that good a liar. No red Advocate’s door showed on the block, but there was a blackened pit.

“No. No, no,” I muttered, running forward with Bellacosa’s reins over my arm. “Where is she?” I demanded of the closest person, an Archilian priestess covered in wet soot. Continue reading “Rien’s Rebellion 38 – 30 Storis 1138 Ragin”

Rien’s Rebellion 37 – 30 Storis 1138 Rien

Rien

29-30 Storis, 1138

I didn’t think I’d sleep after Bran left and the lock clicked, but once I turned the paste into slime, combed it into place and let it dry into a crisp approximation of a young man’s style, whatever had sustained me in getting here gave up. In fact, Bran was logically right — there was no reason anyone would look for me in his room, unless the Guard suspected my true crimes. Arson, murder, mutilating a corpse, flight from questioning, obstructing justice. At least. Despite those thoughts, my mind abdicated the moment I was flat. It wasn’t sleep so much as unconsciousness; restorative, it wasn’t. Continue reading “Rien’s Rebellion 37 – 30 Storis 1138 Rien”

Rien’s Rebellion 36 – 29 Storis 1138 Bran

Bran

29 Storis, 1138

“Bran.” The voice came out of the dark and between my ears, though both were muddy and vague. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks, too much brandy and brooding.

Bran.” 

No, it’s real, I decided, and shot upright. In the blackness of the storm, there was a shape just beyond the garden wall. Tall and thin, swathed in a pale coat. Continue reading “Rien’s Rebellion 36 – 29 Storis 1138 Bran”

Rien’s Rebellion 35 – 29 Storis 1138 Rien

Rien

29 Storis, 1138

Time refused to behave. Committing murder probably took moments of clock time, but part of me would never leave those few seconds. I can’t make myself live from one second to the next when time itself won’t cooperate. Hundreds of thoughts wanted my immediate attention. My skin itched where the blood dried.

My heart started to pound — the panic always comes after — and amazingly, my mind helped. You should apologize to Danna Grenlin. Continue reading “Rien’s Rebellion 35 – 29 Storis 1138 Rien”

Rien’s Rebellion 34 – 29 Storis 1138 Bran

Bran

29 Storis, 1138

“I hate being out alone,” I sang under my breath, trying to find the tune, though that was exactly what I was doing, standing in the falling slush under near-black skies, and trying to clear my head of used passion-flower smoke and brandy fumes. “I hate the cold. I hate ice storms. I hate mud and snow and I hate Zara’s evil brother.” Continue reading “Rien’s Rebellion 34 – 29 Storis 1138 Bran”

Rien’s Rebellion 33 – 29 Storis 1138 Rien

Rien

29 Storis, 1138

The room was black before I returned to it. I don’t know where my mind went after the man fell, but my face was wet and something distant hurt. My throat burned — tears or vomit. If I screamed, someone would have come. Night’s fallen. I sat in the dark, holding my companion’s body, her murderer on the floor beside us. Continue reading “Rien’s Rebellion 33 – 29 Storis 1138 Rien”

Rien’s Rebellion 32: 23-28 Storis 1138 Ragin

Ragin

23 Storis, 1138

I’d forgotten my scheduled tenday leave. Generals don’t get them, but Advocates must rest their Ingeniae. The border had been busier than expected, and given the choice of staring at my walls or taking the time, I wanted away.

If I rode hard, I’d make Celestan in two days. I’d have to stop overnight, but Watable lay in the path. I should talk to the Teregenitor while the Prava’s in autumn recess anyway. He’ll be home. I sent flash messages to him and Rien, then spent the afternoon ordering my files.

The heliograph officer on duty told me the Celestan station was out; they were getting a storm, but he had a reply from Watable. Rien won’t mind a surprise. Watable’s reply read, Best possible time. Women gone. Lethian Retreat. Thank the gods. See you tomorrow. Continue reading “Rien’s Rebellion 32: 23-28 Storis 1138 Ragin”