Stepping up the pace and drawing the three central characters closer. Uppermost at this time is the matter of making sure the build up to the action is relevant but not so long that the reader looses interest .
First half of Chapter TEN.
Despite recent evidence suggesting the contrary Meradat was more certain than ever the girl had an undefinable power which would be used for The Lord God’s purpose. Her antipathy towards evil and causes of evil being satisfactorily visceral. But as he had expected on first meeting her she would be a burden. Until now this had been mostly vocal and social, that was until they had found the fool Tyrned Wedred and Karlyn had seen fit to destroy his device in a most incautious manner. And in doing so not only had frightened an entire community, driven one fragile young man possibly insane, but nearly caused a rift through which creatures of the Fourth Realm might have travelled. Whereas she had stopped this was not something to make up for the fact she had started it.
Meradat had had to once again preach and for longer than he would have wished, then was obliged to take the lad, now quite raving to the nearest meditovory. By The Lord God’s Purpose, the monks there were of The Order of Honoured Clerke Kanch and followed their inspirations’ austere, stern and balanced purpose thus ideal to deal with folk suffering from Stommigheid. Two in as many decans; one disappeared, seemingly of no present consequence.
So hee had lectured Karlyn on the blessings of restraint, but she had been sullen and had sulked, under the pretence of studying The Third Holy Book. He had left her to it, maybe some sense would permeate.
They made an early start, Karlyn making much of saying at least she’d found out exactly where they should be going.
She then went back into her sulk.
And shortly fellow off of her horse
Seeing no obvious reason for this Meradat did wonder whether this might one of her singularly deliberate acts, but finding her quite unconscious, and nearly chalk white of pallor was quick to lift her to the shade of a tree. There to pour water over her face and through her lips, while holding her into something of a sitting position.
Karlyn blinked, spluttered and then shuffled up coming to grips with her surroundings.
“Oooh that’s nice. Bringing me all the way back to this shady oak tree,”
“I am glad you can function physically, but I fear your sense are fuddled. We have not come back anywhere. This is where you fell off,”
Karlyn’s gaze slowly swivelled back and forth several times, then moved upwards and down. At the point when Meradat thought she had finished she continued the practice in diagonal manner, at this stage sniffing in the manner of a hound, while scratching at the chest of her shirt. The Custodian waited until she had finished, previous experience of her activities suggesting something useful or at best indicative would arise.
“No I didn’t,” she said, without any hint of anger, confusion or doubt, and with left eye closed and right looking down the length of the index finger continued “I was up there, just at that bend, and you was ahead looking all important like you owned the fribbin’ road saying we would have to pick up the pace to a trot,”
“I was intending to make that intention known,” Meradat’s reply was couched in thoughtful tones; the cursed Stommigheid was wont to precipitate many unusual circumstances “So, Maid Karlyn. What does the Lord God suggest to you?”
“Well, it’s not like he’s told me directly into my ears, but if you’re asking me. If I says I was up the road a bit, and you think I fell off here, AND you were going to say something that I heard you say,” all this was accompanied by gestures in back and forwards directions. “Then I am going to guess that something very funny is happening with Time,” her voice took on a complaining tone “And I got hit by it!!”
In pale gloom of the pre-dawn Bleymore was woken from his corner cot by Trooper Jenzel who with some furtive reverence because of his youth handed him a mug of coffee.
Bleymore no longer twitched or shuddered at the idea that Dekyria wished him to look upon an oculator. Here in this rather modest and drab manse there were a number of interesting and also exciting matters taking place, no longer being alone in observation and feeling as safe as one could feel had allowed him to indulge in simple pursuit of knowledge.
“Do you feel there is some merit in the speculation regarding Temporal Displacement?”
Bleymore looked as if Dekyria had suggested they have a small convivial party. He spoke quite cheerfully, Dekyria wondered if the fellow was starting to feel at home, as it were.
“Some of the works on the subject do contain mathematics which lend a solid credence to the theory, and I have witnessed anomalies which could only be explained by referring back to these calculations!”
Dekyria gestured to a vacant desk and oculator.
“We have been waiting for a replacement for a talented fellow which Drygnest decided to appropriate back. Would you take a seat there and observe for Signature Storm Blue waves, measuring the approximate interlude between each peak?”
Bleymore cautiously sat, aware of the attention of each of the file; the device was already activated, the steady deep green devoid of activity, awaiting the manipulation of the attendant gems.
“You’ve seen something?” he asked “What?”
“No influencing here Master Bleymore. You tell me what you see,”
The results had given Bleymore some crumb of comfort about his losing track of time. He may have been there four days, maybe five, even three. It all made perfect sense now.
“… First evidence here of Astatheia in Temporal Displacement …”
“…. Imagine the distance usually taking five steps only takes four…”
“…Astatheia, producing or allowing imaginably small particles of equally incredible weight to appear….”
“….so much weight as to bend Time…”
“…to disappear as so as they appeared…”
Major Gellgrachen was currently he was seated back in a chair, at a desk hands apexed to mouth and obviously thinking upon the information each man had supplied; at least the parts which he could grasp A short pause he withdrew his hands settled to the table
“So, gentlemen. It is possible for it to be Today, Tomorrow and even Yesterday within one princedom and no one notice,”
“That’s the theory,” Dekyria thought as the military one of the two bearing the news it was correct he should do the answering “And it appears we do have evidence. Verified independently by Master Bleymore,”
“And if this continues?”
“Unnatural stresses will build up!” exclaimed Bleymore “Although most people’s sense adjust to such events, humans being remarkably empathetic with the…eh…Ethereal. Structures of land, sea and air are more basic in their responses, initially they absorb the pressures, withhold them, but for a rock say to maintain a status in two separate places in Time is one likely to results in a release of some sorts of energies, violently!”
“Spontaneously exploding rocks?” now Gellgrachen sounded concerned; indeed, he should the comparison with ordinance was all too clear to him “No, that’s won’t do at all. I’ll have to contact Drygnest. Captain Dekyria can you find out where the cause of this is happening?”
“We have My Major,” he shrugged “Well, in line with the evidence we have. I suppose it should be subject to independent analysis,”
“Drygnest will have to follow us Captain,”
Dekyria thought a reasonable statement, he continued.
“The port of Prendaelyn My Major. It did not need much tracking. The act of confirming the effect resulted in the identification,”
“Oh, that place has a certain amount of influence within parts of the nobility of Decoryx. Stealth will be needed. Now this is a tricky question. Can we be certain in these circumstances as to how long it will take to get there?”
“At the present My Major, as the effect is still very minor we can estimate the usual two days,”
“A team will be despatched then. We must trace and apprehend the reason for this before someone else does. After all, there’s bound to be others noticing and taking an interest! Make preparations for the ability for local tracking Captain, we can’t afford to have a file running about the place when they reach the town,”
“Will it be extraction or extinguishment?” Dekyria asked casually, causing Bleymore to pale.
“We’ll have to make it up as we go along Captain. I’ll want to file leaving by mid-day. Please attend captain to ensure they have the right equipment,” Dekyria moved swifter than the pain his leg should have allowed lips tight over gritted teeth. Just as he reached the door “Oh Captain Dekyria,” Gellgrachen cautioned “You will of course remain at your post here. Your observation and control is essential,” Dekyria turned on his one whole good leg face set.
“Of course Major, sir,” he said, with parade ground salute to his heart.
“You will stay here please Master Bleymore,” Gellgrachen stated.
The door closed heavily, the sound of one false leg scraping, then impacting fading.
“Ah, a shame. He thought he might be leading the mission,” Gellgrachen said “But each where they are best suited. Now to you Master Bleymore. I am very grateful for your efforts and contributions. You of course understand what takes place within this location is not for discussion with anyone unless authorised by myself or another officer,”
“I understand,” a nervous slight laugh escaped “So there will be an oath of secrecy will there?”
“Oh much better Master Bleymore,” Gellgrachen stood up, crossed to Bleymore laying his right hand on the man’s shoulder “As of this juncture, in accordance with the Edict of Methendav for the Imperial Good I am empowered to empress you into the ranks of The LifeGuard,” he took from one pocket a pair of metal castle shaped insignia “Lieutenant Bleymore. Yes I am sure it comes as a surprise, however there’s no option here. You sought and found us, you’ve been party to our operations,” his face darkened “And we do not like to waste potential,”
“Waste?” Bleymore managed to appreciate the implications so , Gellgrachen continued.
“Yes. Accept that in good faith and all will be well Lieutenant. Now let us find you a uniform. Shall we?”
Trelli wondered if all this business of Migran’s was making her too jumpy by half. Everyone else at the market was naturally grumbling about some unexpected delays in deliveries. There were always unexpected delays in some deliveries. This time why should she be feeling worried instead of cross like everyone else?