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He shuddered. And youre conscious? You can hear my thoughts? Yes, but only when you touch me. When not in contact with a living human, I am blind and deaf, trapped in the darkness with no sense of time passing. Not even sleeping. Not quite dead.
The years of my life slipping past wasted. Tyen stared down at the book. The words remained, nearly filling a page now, dark against the creamy vellum. Which was her skin It was grotesque and yet While these pages were human skin, they felt no different to that made of animals. They were soft and pleasant to touch. The book was not repulsive in the way an ancient, desiccated corpse was.
And it was so much more interesting. Conversing with it was akin to talking with the dead. If the book was as old as the tomb it knew about the time before it was laid there. Tyen smiled. He may not have found gold and jewels to help pay his way on this expedition, but the book could make up for that with historical information. More text formed. Contrary to appearances, I am not an it.
Perhaps it was the effect of the light on the page, but the new words seemed a little larger and darker than the previous text. Tyen felt his face warm a little. Im sorry, Vella. It was bad mannered of me. I assure you, I meant no offence. It is not every day that a man addresses a talking book, and I am not entirely sure of the protocol.
She was a woman, he reminded himself. He ought to follow the etiquette hed been raised to follow. Though talking to women could be fiendishly tricky, even when following all the rules about manners.
It would be rude to begin their association by interrogating her about the past. Rules of conversation decreed he should ask after her wellbeing.
When I am being held and read by someone nice, it is, she replied. And when you are not, it is not? I can see that might be a disadvantage in your state, though one you must have anticipated before you became a book.
I would have, if Id had foreknowledge of my fate. So you did not choose to become a book. Why did your maker do that to you?
Was it a punishment? No, though perhaps it was natural justice for being too ambitious and vain.
I sought his attention, and received more of it than I intended. Why did you seek his attention? He was famous. I wanted to impress him. I thought my friends would be envious. And for that he turned you into a book. What manner of man could be so cruel? He was the most powerful sorcerer of his time, Roporien the Clever. Tyen caught his breath and a chill ran down his back.
But he died over a thousand years ago! Then you are At least as old as that. Though in my time it wasnt polite to comment on a womans age. He smiled. It still isnt and I dont think it ever will be. I apologise again. You are a polite young man. I will enjoy being owned by you. You want me to own you? Tyen suddenly felt uncomfortable.
He realised he now thought of the book as a person, and owning a person was slavery an immoral and uncivilised practice that had been illegal for over a hundred years.
Better that than spend my existence in oblivion.
Books dont last for ever, not even magical ones. Keep me. Make use of me. I can give you a wealth of knowledge. All I ask is that you hold me as often as possible so that I can spend my lifespan awake and aware.
I dont know The man who created you did many terrible things as you experienced yourself. I dont want to follow in his shadow. Then something occurred to him that made his skin creep. Forgive me for being blunt about it, but his book, or any of his tools, could be designed for evil purposes.
Are you one such tool? I was not designed so, but that does not mean I could not be used so. A tool is only as evil as the hand that uses it. The familiarity of the saying was startling and unexpectedly reassuring. It was one that Professor Weldan liked.
The old historian had always been suspicious of magical things. How do I know youre not lying about not being evil?
I cannot lie. But what if youre lying about not being able to lie? Youll have to work that one out for yourself. Tyen frowned as he considered how he might devise a test for her, then realised something was buzzing right beside his ear. He shied away from the sensation, then breathed a sigh of relief as he saw it was Beetle, his little mechanical creation.
More than a toy, yet not quite what hed describe as a pet, it had proven to be a useful companion on the expedition. The palm-sized insectoid swooped down to land on his shoulder, folded its iridescent blue wings, then whistled three times.
Which was a warning that Miko, his friend and fellow archaeology student was approaching. The voice echoed in the short passage leading from the outside world to the tomb. Tyen muttered a curse. He glanced down at the page.
Sorry, Vella. Have to go. Footsteps neared the door of the tomb. With no time to slip her into his bag, he stuffed her down his shirt, where she settled against the waistband of his trousers. She was warm which was a bit disturbing now that he knew she was a conscious thing created from human flesh but he didnt have time to dwell on it. He turned to the door in time to see Miko stumble into view. Didnt think to bring a lamp? No time, the other student gasped.
Kilraker sent me to get you. The others have gone back to the camp to pack up. Were leaving Mailand. Now, Miko replied. Tyen looked back at the small tomb. Though Professor Kilraker liked to refer to these foreign trips as treasure hunts, 8. Copying the faint decorations on the tomb walls would have given them something to mark. He thought wistfully of the new instant etchers that some of the richer professors and self-funded adventurers used to record their work.
They were far beyond his meagre allowance. Even if they werent, Kilraker wouldnt take them on expeditions because they were heavy and fragile.
Picking up his satchel, Tyen opened the flap. The insectoid scuttled down his arm into the bag. Tyen slungthe strap over his head and shoulder and sent his flame into the passage. We have to hurry, Miko said, leading the way.
The locals heard about where youre digging. Mustve been one of the boys Kilraker hired to deliver food who told them. A bunch are coming up the valley and theyre sounding those battle horns they carry. They didnt want us digging here?
Nobody told me that! Kilraker said not to. He said you were bound to find something impressive, after all the research you did. He reached the hole where Tyen had broken through into the passage and squeezed out. Tyen followed, letting the flame die as he climbed out into the bright afternoon sunlight. Dry heat enveloped him. Miko scrambled up the sides of the ditch. Following, Tyen looked back and surveyed his work. Nothing remained in the tomb that robbers would want, but he couldnt stand to leave it exposed to vermin and he felt guilty about unearthing a tomb the locals didnt wanted disturbed.
Reaching out with his mind, he pulled magic to himself then moved the rocks and earth on either side back into the ditch. What are you doing? Miko sounded exasperated. Filling it in. We dont have time! Miko grabbed his arm and yanked 9. He pointed. The valley sides were near-vertical cliffs, and where the faces had crumbled over time piles of rubble had built up against the sides to form steep slopes.
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