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Wherein a promise is kept (Ch. 24)

  “A line of sulfur three nails thick, For binding charms shall do the trick. What more can one ask of a humble prophetess? Messenger from the divine, guide to the blind, I do what you wish! I am at your command! So don’t be shocked when it’s solutions I find” Excerpt from Gubita’s poems of aid, the litany of days to come, second standard edition. “Smallness in the spring – The illusive shine known to the north, silken draping that I have heard is purple and green, known to them as the moon’s laughter. Monster of the morning – This cannot be but the fading of the stars, the goddess’s jewels, the pearls of the sky, the souls of Pontiacs past. As is written in the deathbed clarities: ‘it is a monstrous thing to deny another one of the joys of life, but it is a monster alone that would deny another the clarity of truth, the greatness of all that is, the infinite span of the sky’. Now, clarity shining upon us as to the meaning, how shall we interpret this line? I hope to ...
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Wherein Opal's legacy is discussed (Ch. 23)

  “2 and 11:21 – Acting head of league proceedings Lawful declares emergency meeting to be in session. 2 and 11:23 – Treasurer of the west wing and league accountant Gertrude is found to be missing. Brief commotion ensues. 2 and 11:24 – Snide remarks by league representative to the King’s council Berrington promptly shut down by acting head of league proceedings. 2 and 11:25 – First correspondence with minor league affiliate Pilly read aloud by acting head of league proceedings. See footnotes. No such footnote survives. See appendices for possible reconstruction. 2 and 11:31 – Minor semantic argument over the use of the subjunctive quelled by league accountant. 2 and 11:34 – Edited copy of first correspondence with minor league affiliate Pilly read aloud by chief of operations Bold. 2 and 11:36 – Reading of the correspondence interrupted by appearance of Prince Wilk. The page is torn, see appendices for possible reconstruction. 3 and 00:04 – Prince Wilk assents to t...
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Wherein Gracchus is motivated (Ch. 22)

  “A smallness in the spring cannot devour a monster of the morning. For what is more powerful, the beat of a griffin’s wing or a dragon’s? Perhaps it does not matter, for both fly for miles, and neither can catch the Eagle” Excerpt from Ayela’s wistfulness, the litany of days to come, second standard edition. “And now you come to me, to hear of my wisdom and my folly. Yet that which I am sure you know me for is that which requires nothing of me in particular. You may wonder then, if so revolutionary a man as I has nothing in particular to teach, what hope could you have to ever think a thought worthy of the future? But you misunderstand me, scholars though you may be. For there is much I have to teach and much I have to say that indeed few know. Stories and legends, from long ago. Lores and histories of those who are either north of Sebastopol or have forgotten what they were. You do not want to hear these stories. You do not want to learn these histories. Most of all, you are...
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Wherein Jen loses the thread (Ch. 21)

Jen had never known what to think about the Pontiac. She’d known what to think about the office, she’d known what to think about the station. As a holy girl, these were the important aspects to form opinions about. After all, holy girls were the prospective candidates. Only Jen didn’t know what to think about the woman herself. It helped little that there seemed to be little to know about her, though that seemed impossible to Jen. Had she been friendlier with the hexmistresses and the travelling holy women, perhaps she’d have gained a clue or two about the Pontiac’s early life. Perhaps she’d have formed a plan of attack, a strategy to take the mantle herself one day. But Jen was surly and rude, brusque and somewhat impatient. The thought of long pointless chats with the older women was near enough to trigger convulsions. In a moment that was not quite vulnerable, she stopped to share such feelings with Aroma as they headed towards the Pontiac’s meditation station. ‘When was the l...
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