This will be the third Connected Worlds story, after Fountains of Aescalon (Amazon link Books2Read link) and The Monad Trap (Amazon link Books2Read link), and is my main project at the moment. Progress has been slower than I would like; Alexan is difficult to write.
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The ground shivered beneath our feet.
“Husband, did’s’t thee feel that?” Petra asked.
“I would have had to be dead not to.”
“Thee seems unnaturally calm!”
“I’ve never observed panic to improve a situation, milady. I note it occurred at the moment I expected the Scourging to begin. Treemount shivered with an impact to Ygg. I should investigate our customs posts.”
“What could have caused it?”
“Any number of things. The coincidence in timing may indicate something to do with Aescalon or the exit from Aescalon, but it’s profitless to speculate at this point. Observation first, then hypothesis, then tests. Would you like to gather some data?”
“It seems your homunculi are likely more suited to the task.”
“As you wish, milady. I shall endeavor to keep you informed of my whereabouts and the progress of the investigation.”
“Thee dost not have my permission to vanish for days, milord!”
“I shall endeavor to return before evening, my love. I doubt any examination a half day delayed shall become impossible immediately thereafter, but remember my divine curse does reinforce my own ultsi bent of curiosity.”
“Thy divine curse may find itself banished from my bedchamber should it tarry overlong.”
That was an empty threat if ever there was one, but better to turn it aside. “Milady is perfectly capable of finding me anywhere on Ygg.”
“Milady has two children to care for, husband, and does not wish their father to be gone overlong.” That was her divine curse, devotion to motherhood, or rather, family, as she was as devoted to me as she was to them. She wanted to be mothering her children constantly; only the demands of ultsi children kept her from demanding we produce more immediately. Catharin was twelve by Migurd reckoning, Ansharos nine. Anyone else would have been driven insane with their demands; milady wife gloried in filling them. It was what she had remade herself for.
“Milady’s husband does not wish to be gone any longer than she wishes him to be gone, but duty may require more.”
“See to it that he doth not linger overlong, lest he find himself replaced.”
That was more jest than anything else; we’d bound ourselves together for better or worse, and neither one of us was capable of breaking that bond. Nor did either one of us want to. “The sooner I am gone, the sooner I shall return!”
“Then get ye gone!” She actually smiled. “Neither I nor anyone else keepeth thee imprisoned!”
“Only my heart, lady.” With that, I took myself to the gate at the top of Ygg in a single moment.
What I found was a landscape of devastation.
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