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Being able to feed on Investiture was an aftereffect of the burden he’d once carried, the thing that had given him his Torment.
“Failed ideas lead to successful ones, Contemplation. They’re the only thing that does.”
Go on, the knight whispers, it’s all right. I want to hear it. Give in a little.
“Truth and fancy intermingle in almost all stories, Contemplation,” he said. “Especially the old ones. You cannot abandon fancy without gutting the truth. But in this story, yes, the central idea is fancy—for they reached the sun, eager to find weapons and tools they could use to finally claim my homeland.
“From that day it was said that their eyes had been bleached by the intense light, like clay cooked too long. Instead of normal dark browns, many Alethi have watery blue or other light eyes. The brilliance of the heavens—where Yaezir himself sits upon his throne—had destroyed their ability to see as common people do. Though they now saw the world washed-out, the gleam of treasure also faded because of this.
But I’ve found I prefer the ones that are just…stories. No point other than to be interesting.”
I just want to say…I’m glad to be here. Seeing this all with you. Even with the cost, I’m glad to be here.
“Aux,” he whispered. “It worked.”
