We find our heroes about to be presented to the Elyssian Ambassador.
They are escorted through a rather throne-like room, into a library,
den, or study, still scaled up for nephilim, but not nearly so grand. Is
this to make us feel comfortable, or because we don't rate the fancy
room?
The ambassador, Attalais, is a very big nephil. He greets us with
rumbling formality and bids us sit. We seek out chairs that won't leave
our feet dangling.
We explain that we're here to start making diplomatic ties for Lanthil,
and begin with introducing ourselves. We offer to answer any questions
he might have about Lanthil, but he doesn't have any yet.
That's okay, that was just our opening to ask him questions, since our
main mission is to find out how to repatriate the nephilite remnant
populations we've discovered. We tell him we've been encountering a lot
of dragons lately, and show him the sigil Braeta found on Destine. Have
the dragons been restless lately? Not that he's aware.
Robbie asks about the chances of commerce between Lanthil and Elyssia.
That would be a touchy matter, Attalais tells us; foreign relations are
something of a sore subject since the "recent" (antediluvian) exile.
Robbie learns that Attalais, like Callais, was personally present at the
exile.
Robbie decides that putting cards on the table is the best bet, and
tells Attalais about Destine (after making sure that the ambassador
knows what a planet it; he laughs and says yes). Robbie explains about
the Destinos -- of nephilite, elven, and human blood -- all getting
abducted to Yazatlan. Tom explains that Lanthil is "traditionally"
interesting in liberating slave populations, since both our two main
ethnic groups -- Marginalia and Ennorathi elves -- are newly liberated
from slavery -- to Lilim and Worldbenders respectively. Any advice on
repatriating the Destinos?
Well, it's complicated. Attalais starts by remarking that, while elves
are very much concerned with manners and etiquette, "other folk" concern
themselves with what is right, lawful, or just -- three concepts that do
not perfectly overlap. When they don't coincide, it's hard to speak
about it. Also hard to talk about it when you're personally involved.
(This appears to be a diplomat's way of explaining that he feels wronged
by The System, which makes it hard for him to explain The System to us,
both practically and emotionally.)
We make apologetical noises and offer to change subjects, but he forges
on. He explains that he isn't angry at us (staring particularly at
Tom, the most mundane mortal in the group, as well as the one doing most
of the talking), but rather what has been done ... on our behalf.
(Pushing the arcane races, nephilim in particular, off Earth to rescue
humans from being a slave race, as Tom understands it.)
The dragons took an enthusiastic part in the purges and the exile, or
some draconian party did, at least. They did not try to violate the Ban
themselves, except so far as their troops passed over the Earth in the
course of the battles.
Tom asks if the dragons are a unified government. Attalais answers that
this is a very human sort of question. There is certainly society and
hierarchy among them, but their social forms don't match well to human
ideas of government.
Tom: So, just because some dragons hate us, it doesn't mean they all
do, right? (Attalais agrees.) We'd wondered, what with all our negative
encounters lately.
Then Tom asks what the jurisdiction of the Eretsarin is, hoping to
figure out if it includes the pocket universe of Yazatlan. Attalais
answers in terms than make it clear that they include all the various
galaxy-spanning continua. Then points out that we must consider
carefully how Earthly our own realm is "for the Ban is most clear." Hm.
Robbie asks flat-out how we would repatriate the Destinos. Attalais says
there's a definite procedure, but it's been so long... The best thing to
do, he says, would be to have the Destinos come, or send a messenger, to
ask him about it personally. Robbie himself, being an "ambiguous" being,
would make an excellent candidate for messenger. (Salimar, diplomat and
alien though she is, is still "a mortal of earthly realm." So there.)
Tom asks Attalais about the mysterious grey satyr, without mentioning
that we met him on the borders of Lanthil. Attalais says he isn't sure
he can tell Tom about it, since the Earthly realms are not yet closed
to Tom. He then remarks, "A thing you may have known but not realized:
The celestial blood is a very simple thing."
That baffles Robbie. Tom takes it to mean that you don't get around
celestial rules like this one about telling Tom just by asking, say, one
of the elves to act as Tom's intermediary. "That too," agrees Attalais,
leaving Tom with the feeling he hasn't caught the whole meaning here.
Tom asks if finding out about the grey being "make" the earthly realm
closed to him. Attalais doesn't know.
We make a graceful withdrawal. Tom telepaths to Nick, asking if he's
heard anything from the Heronese embassy yet. (No, but he's arranged for
any of their messages to be forwarded to us here at the Elyssian
embassy.) We ask Callais if we can stay here a couple of days, waiting
for messages to catch up with us. No problem.
We twiddle our thumbs, those of us with thumbs, until the next day. Then
Morniesul shows up again. He has a message for Tom, from Daewen.
Actually, he has a link. Tom finds himself in video conference with
Daewen, using Morniesul's magic palm-top computer/"slate." She says
he's got an urgent message from... Is Morniesul there? she asks sotto
voce. Tom takes the hint and tip-toes away.
Daewen tells Tom he appears to have an urgent message from a later
Morniesul. It came through from Braeta, who's back at the ranch on
Hellene.
Soon, Tom is talking to Braeta, through a truly lousy connection made by
Daewen holding a magic mirror up to her laptop. Braeta, since we have
her on the line, gets asked if she feels like representing the Destinos
to Attalais. (No.) Obedan would probably fit, but she certainly doesn't
feel like bringing him to the screen. In fact, she's in her room for the
express purpose of avoiding him. Nephilim, like cats, don't naturally
get along with each other...
She retrieves the original message she got from Morniesul. "I need to
talk to Tom soon, but I'm out of sequence, so I'll be going back home.
... No, no, I'll be going home. I'm out of sequence. Have him meet me
there."
Braeta also remarks that the house computers have been up to something,
under an ID that's almost identical to Tom's (though he hasn't changed
his yet). There's a 75% chance that this new activity was started by a
couple of mail messages that went through. (She's been hacking our home
system just for something to do other than see Obedan.)
Daewen opines that "home" must mean thirty years hence, when we last met
the latter Morniesul. Also, "soon" must mean "soon for Tom." Well,
probably. We get the general feeling that Morniesul, even the later one,
still doesn't "get it" about time travel.
Tom quickly agrees to come back as fast as he can. This means using the
Marcher ponies. And, Daewen says, this means getting Morniesul -- the
current one -- to lead them back, since Tom is just "too linear" to get
the most out of the Marcher ponies.
Tom folds up the slate and gives it back to Morniesul, worrying aloud
about missing the Heronese if he leaves now. Just then, the slate chimes
in Morniesul's hand and puzzles the elf very much by delivering the
message "Don't worry. -M"
Tom takes his cue and packs up. In fact, we all do. Soon, we are on the
road, Morniesul leading our coaches, all the horsepower involved being
Marcher ponies.
Markel and his dragon fall a bit behind, at first. We pause, shrink the
dragon down, and load it onto a coach as a lap-dragon. Markel recalls
seeing something odd as he and the dragon flew away from the embassy.
Tom helps him retrieve the memory -- As we left, a couple of folk on
foot arrived, one looking a lot like ... Tom.
Okay. Tom really won't worry about missing the Heronese.
It took us two days to ride out to Elvencrown. It takes us an hour to
gallop through some green blur back to Vinyagarond. Yes, it seems none
of us know how to engage the higher gears on a Marcher pony.
Daewen greets us at Vinyagarond, with a slightly strained smile and the
news that one of the maids says she's just finished the mess in the lab.
Tom's smile is strained too -- he hasn't made that mess yet, but knows
he's fated to.
We breeze up to the Grey Room, into the pantope, and thence into the
ranch, making sure to change windows for doors as a "reality lock." Tom
strides in. "I'm ho-o-ome!"
Greywolf comes gliding in. We give him a little news. He's glad to hear
we're making progress but hastens back to dance attendance on Obedan.
Braeta comes in as he leaves and remarks that she doesn't know how he
does it.
Tom takes a quick look at the home computers and finds that they've been
doing a lot of processing on behalf of Jumping Jacks and Crosstime. He
interrogates the computers on the Nones and the Munch, and at his
Pericles apartment; all he gets is a couple of copies of another message
from Morniesul: "Need to talk. Contact me at your next immediate
convenience. I'll be waiting where you last saw me. M."
We therefore go back to the Emerald Metaphor and prepare to fast-forward
thirty years.
Updated: 7-Oct-06
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