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393 - I Walk the Corridors

There were a few more questions, variations of earlier questions which Chevenga patiently answered all over again.  I caught sight of the writer for "Celestialin Adored" the rag for the Enlightened Followers.  They were a cult who worshiped Chevenga as a God Manifest even more fervently than most Arkans... they even had Yeoli and other foreign members I'd heard.  They followed every breath of

393 - Teaser... In the Great Baths

There were a few more questions, variations of earlier questions which Chevenga patiently answered all over again.  I caught sight of the writer for "Celestialin Adored" the rag for the Enlightened Followers.  They followed almost every breath of Chevenga's they could.  They'd been set to pillory Idieasas I had overheard, earlier as we had all been gathering, which had been stopped short by

392 - I Have No Say Then

He went completely serious. "Well... I can't say for sure until I get there... part of me wants to say, I have no idea... but... I think they'll be... shocked... surprised... I think... they'll wonder how this can be...

"There are some, I think, who'll rake me over the coals... Idiots, I thought -- and others... who will..."  He choked into silence.  "Sorry... bear with me..." It took some

391 - First Round of Questions

Krero spoke up again. "In turn...  Raise your hand and I'll call on you."  In the sea of waving digits, Intharas raised his pen a bit.  I saw one fellow on my other side defer to Intharas, who nodded firmly.  "Intharas Terren, go ahead."  Chevenga looked at him as though he'd rather dive out the window than be here.

"Imperator, how does this revelation affect your plans towards abdication?  

390 - From the Mouth of God's Son

I was in full Minakas mode next day, spectacles, conservative robe and gloves.  As a boy I could have my shoulders bare but my kilt was full, rigid front panel and all. A rack of three pens strapped onto my bicep and a brand new notebook, so new I hadn't even cracked the cover.Ili was with his class in the orrery.  No one had mentioned it to his teacher, Gian, until Ili had.  Then, when the

389 - This Fiery Ichor

I showed my note to the guard stationed at the door to the White Corridor.  "You coming to take a piece out of the snake too?  He's in the third cell."  I nodded.  "Just tap twice.  I'll check and let you out whe you're done."The smell hadn't changed. It hit me in the face, rolling out around me, mingling greasily with the new scents in the Mahid section.  I stepped in and I could feel the door

388 - I Knew Where He Was

The afternoon sun sparkled through the roof slits and off the flat crystals in the roof of the Lesser Baths making the cavern go from deep underground to a desert oasis hidden under overhanging cliffs. I looked at it with new eyes, seeing the genius of the designer truly for the first time.I had the sling on, so I had only my feet in the hot pool, my kilt pulled under me. I could feel the cool

387 - I Vomited My Guts Out

He took me into the Malachite salon right next to the Lesser Office and sat down.  He was sweating and looked grim, not at all himself. "Kallijas... are you all right?  What's going on?"

"I'm fine," he said.  "It's just... well, maybe when I tell you, you'll understand.  I'm just trying to find the words... he... something about him came out public that he never intended any but his very

386 - Mahid Have No Need of Humor

My grandson steeled himself under the gaze of my daughter and the once Mirror of the Radiant Light. The women – were very similar in spirit.  It would be intelligent of my grandson to realize this.  But given that he just had surgery, however minor, perhaps I should remind the women of this."Daughter.  Serina… Ilesias has made an excellent suggestion."  I turned to my acquired Grandson.  "

385 - Blue Feather, White Feather, Lake-Washed Glass

I am in my old room in the Mahid quarters.  My room when I was young. There are signs that someone used the space for storage and it has been cleared for my use once more. It is strange.  I feel… odd.I kneel down and feel under the edge of the wood trim. The tiny piece, a handspan long, pops away from the wall and I feel inside.  My treasures are still there.  From when I was a child.  I lay