Page 32 of Slaying the Vampire Conqueror

“I’ve made it into the conqueror’s army,” I told her. “I’ve been taken as his seer.”

Normally, the means through which I accomplished this task would not be relevant to the Keep. But this detail was important to the Arachessen.

“It was difficult to get him to accept me,” I went on. “He recognized me as an Arachessen, and I told him that I was an escaped Sister. He offered me protection from the Arachessen in exchange for my loyalty during his war.”

The Sightmother said nothing. It was impossible to read presences through a thread this distant, but the silence held a strange tinge to it—something I couldn’t read even if I had tried to.

“Good,” she said, at last. “Wise. So long as he believes you.”

“He believes me.”

“Make sure it stays that way.”

“Yes, Sightmother. He had me seer for him once already. His next target is Alka, and my Threadwalk was to help him strategize his attack.”

“And did you?”

I paused, coming up with the best answer to this question. “Yes and no,” I said. “I had a productive Walk. But I changed the information I gave him. Just enough.”

Again, a beat of silence that I did not know how to decode.

“Why, child?” the Sightmother asked, a question that left me stunned.

Why?

“Because—of course, I can’tactuallyhelp him conquer Alka,” I said.

“Alka has few resources. It’s drug infested and weak. He can have it.”

She said it so dismissively. As if she was sacrificing marbles on a game board.

Words evaded me. Or… no, the words were there. They were just not appropriate to say to my Sightmother.

“Sylina?”

“I—” I collected myself, choosing my response carefully. “There is a human cost to allowing him to conquer them, Sightmother.”

“The state is ruled by warlords. Inhabited by a drug-addled populace. It is not our place to judge the morality of an individual act. We are playing a bigger game.”

Hypocrite.

The word shot through my mind before I could stop it—a word I never thought I would think of the Arachessen. With one sentence, she damned a city-state to death as punishment for their crimes. In the next, she told us we aren’t arbitrators of morality.

I kept my temper close, filtered through decades of careful training.

“I’ll shed no tears for the warlords either,” I said. “But thousands of people live in that city. Many of them innocent. Children.”

It was the last word that betrayed me. I knew it right away.

The Sightmother’s face shifted into understanding. It was a little pitying—the way one looks at a well-meaning dog who is prone to peeing in the plants because it mistakes them for the outdoors.

I cursed myself. I hated that look. That look was the rift between me and my Arachessen Sisters. That look was directed at the gap of time that made me different from all of them.

“You will never be free, Sylina, until you let go of the hold your past has on you,” she said. “The past cannot dictate the future.”

“I know, Sightmother.”

“We fight for what it is Right. What is Right goesbeyond good or evil.”

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