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What do you know of the Malecite, Alwyn?
Words drifting to me through a fog of post-carnal confusion. My chest,
sticky with sweat and the detritus of the forest floor, rose and fell in concert
with Evadine’s naked form, equally besmirched. She groaned a little as I
stirred, her dark tresses sliding over my blinking eyes as they took in the
surrounding scene with mounting alarm. A dozen paces away, the corpse of
Luminant Durehl Vearist lay amid the roots of an aged oak. His half-lidded
eyes were dull and unseeing, the blood no longer flowing from the deep slash
across his throat. Evadine’s cut, I remembered. The Risen Martyr’s murder…
Or, the first just execution by the self-crowned Ascendant Queen.
What do you know of the Malecite, Alwyn? the question intruded once
more, spoken in the voice Sihlda used years ago, employing that searching
tone designed to impart rather than summon knowledge. I could recall the
day she had asked me this for it came early during my tenure in the Pit
Mines. Her lessons hadn’t yet taken hold then, my attempts to copy the letters
she demonstrated were a clumsy embarrassment and her many questions
revealed the shameful ignorance of a youth who had imagined himself
worldly. She had captured me, however. The promise of what she offered
was too tempting and so when she enquired about the Malecite I responded
with diligent promptness.
They are the wellspring of evil in the world, I said, a truth known to all
those raised within or, in my case, on the fringes of Covenant belief. They are
the bad and the Seraphile are the good.
So the scrolls tell us. Sihlda inclined her head in agreement but, as ever,
her lesson would never end with just one question and one answer. But have
you ever seen the Malecite? Or heard their voice?
Of course I hadn’t. No one had. Even deranged, fanatical Hostler, most
devout of outlaws, claimed no personal experience of the Malecite, although
he ranted about their perfidy with irksome constancy. They don’t work like
that, I replied. They don’t appear to folk, they… My still barely educated
younger self fumbled for the right words. They influence, get into people’s
Get into? Sihlda had asked, the small quirk of her mouth and upraised
brows telling me we had reached the point of her lesson. Or are they invited
Evadine groaned again, the sound now possessed of a questioning note.
She jerked and stiffened against me, eyes widening in surprise as they found
mine. For a second it seemed there was an accusation there, a creasing of her
brow and tightening of the mouth that might even signify reproach. But it
was gone quickly, replaced by a languid smile before she rested her cheek
upon my chest. The feel of her skin, warm, soft and wonderful, brought a
fresh stirring of lust, as did her lean, muscled flesh, speckled by leaves and
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