The Gates of Night_ The Dreaming Dark - Keith Baker [12]
Like Indigo had been.
Pierce knew that his friends would have wanted to finish the job if they’d known there was some chance of Indigo being restored. But Pierce couldn’t bring himself to mention it. No artificer would ever find her in the depths of Karul’tash, and Harmattan’s hands weren’t nimble enough for such work. Surely the monolith would be her tomb. But somehow, he’d found that he couldn’t betray her a third time.
In the end, she’d won their battle.
Pierce pushed the memory away. He studied the inscriptions on the walls, seeking to bury his guilt beneath this task. And once again, he wished he could sleep.
You’re all so gloomy,” Jode said. “It’s not the end of the world. Unless it is, I suppose.”
Daine opened his eyes. He was alone in bed, in his room at the inn in Sharn. He’d fallen asleep nestled next to Lei, and without her the bed seemed doubly empty.
“It’s a lot of space here for the three of you, don’t you think?” Jode jumped up onto the mattress and glanced around the room. “Have you considered the life of an innkeeper? Your charm, Lei’s gruel … that’s gold for the taking, my friend.”
Daine sat up. He noticed that his back wasn’t itching anymore, which confirmed his suspicions.
“Yes, it’s a dream,” Jode said. “And since it’s your dream, perhaps you could imagine something particularly delectable in the pantry.”
“You know what I’m thinking?” Daine said.
Jode rolled his eyes. “I am what you’re thinking, remember?”
“I thought you’d come back with me.”
“It’s hard to explain,” Jode said. “I think I’m dreaming. But I don’t have a body of my own anymore, so I’m dreaming your dream. When you woke up, I was still here. I feel things, hints of your emotions, flashes of events around you, but mostly I’ve been wandering in dreams.”
“But you are real? I’m not just imagining this?”
“Daine, when you ask your imaginary friend if he’s imaginary, what sort of answer do you expect to get?” Jode shook his head. “I don’t know what I am. A ghost, maybe. Does it really matter? You’ve got more important things to worry about.”
“Oh? Like what?”
“What are you planning to do next?”
“Get Lei and Pierce home.” Daine rolled out of bed. The room seemed so normal. After weeks of night terrors and the journey through Xen’drik, he’d gotten used to horror.
“Of course. That’s the noble captain. Just like when we fought our way out of Cyre to get Lei to Sharn. Smash every obstacle in your path until you reach your sanctuary.”
Daine looked out the window. The sun shone down on the streets of High Walls, but they were empty, the district abandoned. “And what’s wrong with that?”
“You’re giving up.”
Daine scowled. He felt anger and frustration building in his mind, and in that moment a bank of clouds passed over the sun. “And what should I be doing?”
“Finding Lakashtai.”
A peal of thunder shook the room, and outside the window, rain began to fall. Daine turned to Jode, and now he felt real anger. “And how would I do that? I don’t even know what she is.”
“Or what she stole, or why she chose you. Or whether you’re still in danger. Or if your little adventure has placed the entire world in jeopardy!” Jode gestured dramatically. “Just imagine, the fate of Khorvaire could hang in the balance.”
“You think so?”
Jode grinned. “Well, no, but wouldn’t it be something if it did?”
The fierce rain began to slow. “I suppose. I just …”
Daine let the sentence trail off, looking away. Lakashtai had made a fool of him. He still didn’t fully understand the chain of events that had led him to Xen’drik. When it came down to it, he was ashamed. His weakness had set all of these events in motion.
“Dorn’s teeth!” Jode bounced off the bed and smacked him in the kneecap. “You didn’t do this. Lakashtai did. Now you need to find out how and why.”
“And how do you suggest I do that?”
“I think that’s a job for the living,” Jode said. “And now, if you’re quite done with the rain, I think you owe me breakfast.
“What do you expect me to …” Daine paused in midspeech as the smell of cinnamon and fresh-baked bread rose up through the floor.