Bemere waited a few moments
for her eyes to adjust from the dark of the burrow's passages to the sudden blaze of light. The Think here was no longer a background murmur. Individual voices could be made out, though the words themselves were stripped of meaning, blurred by resonance, and they swirled around her, almost a physical presence. When her eyes had adjusted, Bemere saw a most extraordinary space.
They stood at one end of a long, spiraling hall filled with a golden glow coming from the stone itself. The parabola of the walls soared overhead with ridges and folds in the stone that made it look more like the artifact of something living rather than a construction of stone. Along the walls were gathered the various races that made up the world of the Understone. There were small Hulzgrafn gnomes, mingling with the huge Plafakhi, the Greater Spiderkin, and the Aphostic elves. The sound of the multitude of voices was caught by the fantastic whorls, vaults and passages surrounding them. The resulting sound was not especially loud, but it filled the space completely and Bemere could imagine it testing their ears, wanting to fill the space in her mind as well.
"This is the source of the burrow's Think," Kaylie said quietly, lips nearly touching Bemere's ear to be heard.
"This be a large part, but not be the whole Think," Inzya said, watching as the other Law Wives carefully brought Twyla's litter through the door.
"All
voices make up the Think, large and small. Being hard to hear them now, but if listening hard enough...."
"Bemere, we have come to the Matriarch's Chamber," Gwyenth said. "This hall curves in on itself and in the center waits Khivu Ataphalis, along with her advisors and your accuser. It's very unusual for her to hold court here, a matriarch normally waits until she holds the allegiance of the entire burrow. That takes seasons, even years."
"And be naught normal about that one," Inzya grumbled. "Wish to Darkness that yellow hair's colors were already found. Be too late now."
"Bemere, we will walk along the center, with confidence," Gwyenth said in her ear. "No one will lay a finger on you here. But remember, Law is not something you would expect in the world above. It's more fluid, ritual mixed with debate and a sort of theatre as well."
"Hah!" Inzya said. "Not being anything like. Law is alive, being different to Think. Law
is."
She shifted into her native tongue for several sentences before her voice trailed off and she shrugged.
"To describe Think is work of many lifetimes. For now, we will go and help Law, make Think not be spreading the war-trouble."
Gwyenth and Kaylie in the lead, the little group walked into the hall proper. Bemere was next, walking beside the Hulzgrafn Law Wives that carried Twyla's sleeping form. As they were noticed, there was a ripple of silence followed by the hissing whispers of quiet exclamations and excitement. The reverberating echoes filled the chamber and tugged at Bemere's ears as the Think tried to fill her mind again. Looking over her shoulder, Bemere saw that the crowd had closed behind them, a mass of eager eyes, but none of them approached their circuitous path deeper into the spiral.
After a walk that felt much longer than was possible, they entered the presence of Khivu Ataphalis. She sat on a dais slightly taller than they were, surrounded by courtiers from every race in the Understone. Between them and the steps of the dais were a rank of hulking Spiderkin, bristling with various weapons.
When they were close, Raist emerged from the crowd of courtiers and came down the steps. He stepped through the guards, raising his arms in triumph.
"They are caught!" he crowed. "Yes! Caught and now held fast by Wives of Law, aided by our most noble Witnesses! This moon worshipping
whore
and her filthy mage now face the justice of our burrow. Brothers and sisters..."
"Be silent," Gwyenth said loudly. Her voice was calm for all its volume and pushed back the hissing whisper of the Think. "You intrude on the precedents of diplomats and envoys."
"Precedent? Precedent?" the Dark Elf shrieked. "Spying and murder, and intrigue have no precedent! Have the kingdoms of the noble Golden and rebellious Silver joined together in this outrage? Or has that debased slut entangled you in her murderous plots? Offered you her body, like any common..."
"Do you lack the means to control your tongue?" Gwyenth asked. "Allow me to assist you by nailing it to yonder wall with my blade. Or would you prefer that I remove it completely?"
There was a swelling of voices around them, angry protests, bloodthirsty excitement, a few hints of laughter. The Think surged back around them as the crowd of Understone folk crowded closer.
Khivu rose to her feet with a sudden shout that shocked everything into a moment of silence.
"It comes to me plain, we stand in
Khivu's
chamber!" she shouted, front arms slapping her chest. "If you are lawless vermin, then Think has finally driven away Law! Let the dance begin now and I shall gather such necklaces of your ears. We shall bring Law back to
my burrow."
Whatever was going on, Bemere saw moment of complete shock on Kaylie's face. Gwyenth control betrayed no certain emotion but she was decidedly paler than normal. The sudden menace made Khivu's already whip-like voice into a scourge. The crowd around them was immediately quiet, broken only by scattered whispers.
Wherever she is, my mother is nearly ill with a mysterious paroxysm of laughter
Bemere thought.
"Serah Gwyenth, does your oath as our Witness bind you still?" Khivu asked, voice abruptly pleasant once more.
Gwyenth bowed low. "It does, matriarch."
"How is it then that you bring a threat of violence to my chamber, in my very presence?"
Gwyenth stepped forward. "Matriarch, the true threat comes from your own burrow. An envoy, duly marked, is ambushed and taken by force, brought back to
your
burrow in chains. If the Ancient Treaties are so imperiled, I ask you to allow us to join your battle against this deadly barbarism."
"No, no, no!" Raist screeched, interrupting whatever the matriarch had been about to say. "Not an envoy, a secret weapon! It is sent here to destroy and kill, draped like an honored visitor. Raist alone saw through this! It was Raist who..."
"Your offer of assistance is most gracious, serah," Khivu said, talking over the elf. "And, as ever, this burrow accepts the friendship and cooperation of our neighbor races. So, allow me to satisfy your precedence with the promise of the inquiry I will conduct in due course. Your diplomatic precedence satisfied, we shall look into the plot that Master Raist has discovered among us."
"Matriarch, that is not an acceptable means to..."
Khivu's voice was like a whip "As you said, Witness;
my
burrow. You and Mistress Kaylie will join me as Witnesses to this matter as well."
Gwyenth glanced at Bemere for a moment. She could see the surprise and uncertainty in the High Elf's eyes but simply nodded once. The pair of Cloud Ghosts joined the group on the dais and the gnomish litter bearers, along with Inzya, withdrew.
"Serah Bemere, if you have sworn me a false oath, your diplomatic status will not protect you," Khivu warned.
"As it should be," Bemere agreed.
"Then you may proceed, Master Raist," Khivu said, still staring at Bemere.
"Firstly, whore, you will surrender your arms," Raist snarled.
He smiled as a small laugh ran through the crowd. He bowed slightly toward them and the laughter grew, quickly redoubling until it the mocking laughter was nearly a hand around Bemere's throat. Her fists clenched against another wave of nausea rising up.
