Chapter 544: Spreading Word of the Traveller


    Well, it does not get more private than this, now does it? Baelin said, trodding through the mountain pass. His voice echoed across rock peaks rising on both sides of the valley, each like stone hands reaching for blue skies.


    The air was cold and unnaturally quiet: and not a speck of life could be found. Neither animal, insect, or nt.


    Even toadstools and lichens were absent.


    The stillness made Alex feel like he and Baelin were the only living things in the entire world.


    These are called the Dead Peaks, the chancellor pointed to the stone peaks. There was a fairly active dwarven empire here oncebut the slow degradation caused by time and a magical phenomena, stripped them of life long ago. Ultimately, they will recover, but it will take many centuries for that to happen. In all likelihood, right now, we are the only forms of life in the entire range.


    Is this ce dangerous? Alex asked, watching the barren rock uncertainly.


    Oh my no, not with the magical protections I cast upon us after we said our goodbyes to Thundar, ygon and Ripp, the Archwizard smiled. Without those protections though, even a brief stroll would prove quite fatal. In any case, you asked for utter privacy, and I felt the need for natural skies above me after the grimness of Ezaliels realm, and in this secluded ce, we can have both.


    Thats a good way to do it the younger wizard kicked a stone, an awkward feeling churned in his belly.


    Sotheres a lot I wanted to talk to you about.


    Wonderful, Baelin said, his eyes shining with barely contained fascination. I take it that you discovered new information about the ever elusive Hannar-cim?


    Ill say. Alex pointed<strong></strong>to the sword on his back, then felt around in his satchel for Hannahs phone. First, I have a question for you.


    Of course. Just ask away. The chancellor cocked his head.


    Where are we, really? Which world are we in? the young wizards eyes searched the heavens, his eyes looking for unseen constetions in the blue beyond the clouds. He wondered if theyd bepletely alien to the stars he grew up under. And by where are we, I mean <em>what world?</em>


    Baelin paused, staring at him for a long moment. Before I answer you, what brings about this question?


    Alex took the Travellers book from his bag. HannarI mean, Hannahs artefact was like a key, it let me unlock the words in her book. Shes actually from another world, Baelin. One Ive never heard of. Shes also travelled to many others. And her name is actually Hannah Kim, not Hannar-Cim, like<strong></strong>that demon<strong></strong>Burn-Saw called her.


    The chancellor was silent for a long moment, his eyes burning with an intensity that kept Alexs attention riveted to his face.<strong></strong>As the heartbeats passed, he started to wonder if with one wave of a hand, Baelin was nning on wiping all knowledge of other worlds from his mind as easily as dirt from a cloak.


    So you know, then, the ancient archwizard said solemnly. Then let me wee you to a <em>very</em> exclusive club, Alex. There are not many in our world who know the <em>true</em> nature of the stars above. Many have suspicions, but they are difficult to confirm. Only by the most <em>powerful</em> of teleportation magics can one traverse the stars, though a few clever souls have crafted and piloted vessels that have done so. But for now, at least, these things remain secret and inessible to the majority of beings.


    Relief spread over Alexs face: he was hoping that Baelin wouldnt deny it, but hed also expected him to do so.


    I ask, the chancellor continued. That you keep this information to yourself, though.


    Why, out of curiosity? Alex said. Im not exactly nning on screaming it from every rooftop, but why the secrecy?


    For a number of reasons. Baelin looked ahead, his goat-like eyes falling on the stone valley stretching into the distance. Our world is on a path, at the moment, that would eventually bring it to the stars. Yet, while the gulf of space <em>appears</em> vast, you would be surprised how small it can be in fact. There are resources in other worlds, the likes of which you could only dream of, Alex. At the same time, there are <em>dangers</em> up there that make Ezaliel appear no more threatening than the average housecat.


    He sucked his teeth in displeasure. The gulf of stars is something for a Proper Wizard to engage with: one who has trulye into their own powerearning their way to it by way of study, experimentation andbatone ready for the responsibilities thate with such exploration. They would know how to coexist with other archwizards, whether by keeping out of their way, or working in mutual coboration. They would know what resources to harvest, and what would be best left alone. They would also know what they should avoid at all costs.


    I think I get it. Alex watched the sky. If you tell every wizard that theres an entire universe of resources to explore, thered be a mad scramble to find a way to get up there and get their hands on some. I could see a bunch of dumbasses tramping around up there and taking everything in sight, or waking up something even <em>more</em> powerful than Ezaliel that could follow them back to our world.


    Precisely, Baelin said. One day, I must remember to tell you the story of the Light of Darukesh, which is a perfect example of what you just said. Ido wonder, though You seem to be taking it well.


    Taking what well?


    The news that our entire world is nothing more than a mote of dust in a vastlyperhaps infinitetitanic sea. Even archwizards have reacted poorly to the change in perspective.


    Alex gave Baelin a long look. You know, I grew up in a kingdom where I was told that once every hundred years an apocalypse happens. Its supposed to be so dire, so life-ending, that only five Heroes chosen by our god can stop it. I honestly believe that type of conflict is about as central to our culture as you can get. But then, I stepped through a portal into the Rhinean Empire one day. And do you know what I saw?


    What did you see?


    No one cared. The Thameish wizardughed bitterly. In the port of Mausarr, people were more concerned about the price of fish balls than what was going on in Thamnd. In Generasi, they cared even less. I mean sure, theres collection tes and hang-wringing for somebut most folk in the city only started seeing the Raveners attack as a big deal when <em>they</em> could benefit from it. Then, the more I learned about the nes, about magical events in other kingdoms and history, I realised thathow can I put this


    He struggled to find the right words. ...everyones got their own issues and lives. They have things in their heads that are life and death to <em>them,</em> but probably wouldnt mean much to me. Whats a world-ending event to Thamnd, is nothing to Generasi. At the same time, when Ezaliel invaded the city, people in Thamnd didnt care: they had their own Ravener to fight. So, ites down to perspective, and with those things in mind, learning that theres more in the universe than just us, isnt such a big adjustment. My realms just a part of the world, and now our world is just a part of the cosmos. That fact doesnt make what <em>I</em> worry about less important to me.


    Baelin smiled fondly at the young man. Spoken like a Proper Wizard, indeed! Ah, my heart brims with pride. That is a proper way to handle such matters. When the mountaineer finds out that the tallest mountain they have summited is nothing more than a hill, they do not despair, they take pride in what they have done and prepare for the next summit.


    Id just teleport to the top of the mountain.


    Practical, yet boring, Alex. Practical, yet boring


    Fair enough, but boring isn''t so bad.


    In some cases, no. Baelin looked at him intently. You and I must finish our discussion about not speaking to others concerning what youve learned, but for now, my curiosity about the Traveller grows.


    Yeah, and let me tell you whats<em> not </em>boring: finding out that the Traveller knew most of what we know about the dungeon cores. <em>And</em> she and the Fool of her timea warrior named Keldafigured out <em>why</em> my Mark is the only one that inhibits actions, while the other Heroes get free power. They had a theory as to why, at least.


    Truly? Baelin took a deep breath in anticipation. Tell me everything.


    And so Alexunched into the story: how he and hispanions had made their way to Kaz-Mowangs pce, his encounter with the foul archivist, and their rescue of the Travellers artefact. He went into as much detail as he could about the phonerecounting some of Hannahs journey from her worldas Baelin stared at the device,pletely fascinated.


    You know, one of my cabal members has shown me objects that were <em>somewhat</em> simr, though muchrger. Baelin ran his hand down his beard-braids. Fascinating. And it functions by the Travellers power?


    Yeah, watch this. Alex said, channelling his energies into the device. Teleportation magic coursed through it, bringing the hidden paintings to life. Baelin watched over his shoulder as Alex guided him through the different functions.


    For instance, this thing can store paintings on it. Here, let me show you that image from the initial disy. He went through images of Katalonia stored on the device. Her friends, Val and Chris, were in different poses, and Alex pointed out Hannah standing in front of tons ofndmarks.


    He also discovered earlier images of what he assumed was her old world. Both he and Baelin went through them in fascination, wondering at buildings of steel and ss, reaching far into the sky. The roads were wide and looked like theyd been painted with ck paint for some curious reason. They seemed to be almost as wide as Generasis, perhaps even wider in some caseswith strange, magical wagons of painted metal sitting atop them and no beasts of burden to pull them anywhere in sight.


    Other images included ships with no sails, flying constructs crafted of steel, and strangely costumed individuals performing all sorts of fantastical feats.


    One image in particr caught their attention. In it a towering woman held a steel and ss buildingat least twice the size of Noarcs towerhigh above her head, seemingly unaided.


    Absolutely fascinating, Baelin mused. They must have <em>incredibly</em> high ambient mana to produce so many magical devices of such size.


    Actually, the book said that this earth has less ambient mana than Katalonia, Alex said. I have no idea if it has less than our world.


    Hmmm, then perhaps some very advanced engineering is the answer. The chancellor licked his lips. Such things are more the purview of a member of my cabal: I have not delved into such matters myself. Not yet, at least. The arcane mysteries of the universe always held more interest to me.


    Yeah, me too, Alex agreed. But its mind-boggling, isnt it? And wait, theres even more!


    He showed Baelin the artefacts trantion function. This trantes <em>tons </em>ofnguages, and she made the device do that all by herself. Honestly, Hannah was a damn genius: she took hold of the power that transported her between worlds andsomehowlearned how to cultivate it into her own strength. All she had to work with were dregs and left overs, but she managed to both grow and master it, and turned it into apletely spellcraft-free form of teleportation magic. I dont even know if you can call it <em>mana</em>: its simr, but still different. Id <em>think</em> it was divinity, but I cant use divinity, so its got to be something else.


    Perhaps she had a natural affinity or something of that sort, the ancient wizard theorised. We do not know everyw in the universe, nor its many mysteries.


    Yeah, and even taking all that into ount, she took this mysterious power and made it bend to her. And thats not all: she actually made up her ownnguage. She said that she used a lot ofnguage magic to do it, but Id give her skills lots of credit, I dont think thats something just anybody could do.


    Indeed, it sounds like she had ingenuity. You and she likely would have gotten along very well.


    Alex coughed awkwardly. Webout thatactually, wait Im getting ahead of myself. Here, let me show you the book.


    He turned pages, demonstrating the trantion function.


    And that solves the mystery of why no one in my cabal could decipher thenguage: it only existed in Hannah Kims mind and book. Hah, very clever. Very clever indeed. But one thing confuses me.


    He pointed to the sword strapped to Alexs back. Where did <em>that</em>e from?


    Oh, theres a ritual in the back of the book here. Alex flipped pages, finding the passage at the end. It was writtenjust before she died. A dull ache grew in his chest. She really went to hell and back to try and fix Thamnd. As a matter of fact, she spent most of her life on it.


    He exined how a shard of her memories was stored in the swords silicon pommel. Baelins eyes stayed on the de, watching it longingly. Ah, good, that means we have more than just the journal she left behind. A shard of memory can be a very telling thing. So, what did it tell you?


    Honestly? I took a look at it in camp. It told me a bit about the church and Kelda, but nothing more than I already knew. Nothing that I hadnt gotten straight from Hannah, Alex exined.


    Ah yes. Baelin nodded. Some shards of memory mimic a person in lifeWaitwhat do you mean, <em>already</em> knew? You phrased that as though you had spoken with her <em>before</em> you essed the shard of memory.


    Yeah, and I dont mean figuratively. Alex stopped walking to face Baelin. Im going to ask you a direct question. You once told me that theres no way to bring people back from the dead<strong></strong>properly. Is that really true?