The procession moved slowly on the winding path towards the stone ziggurat. Tens of Skaven, chained one after the other, were brought to the foot of the grand staircase by huge creatures as large as trolls, but resembling humanoid reptiles. The entire length of the stairs was lined with hundreds of cool-things. They wore headdresses adorned with variegated colours feathers, waving flags, blowing in carved horns or beat on drums.
A smaller cool-thing was waiting on the third step. It wore shiny trinkets around its neck, wrists and ankles, and a golden crown. When the prisoners found themselves in front of it, it turned to the top of the pyramid, and began to climb the stairs. Other cold-things, whose head was covered by a helmet carved in a larger reptile skull, led the march of prisoners.
Ten minutes later, the first Skaven arrived at the top. In the middle of the roof, there was a huge circular stone slab, which should weigh several tons, with two rings on opposite edges. On the other side of the slab, a high altar was built, and behind a grand staircase topped by a large stone throne could be seen. A strange figure was installed there. It was a huge toad, with stunted arms and legs, wearing a cap adorned with feathers and holding a sceptre in its left hand. The being raised its sceptre slowly.
Two of his giant fellows slipped a long wooden bar through the two stone rings that overhung the heavy slab. They were thus able to lift and place it a few steps away, revealing a large pit twenty feet in diameter. Skaven quickly found themselves at the edge of the pit. The first cried in despair, and tried to flee, but they were immediately caught by the helmeted cold-things and carried to the hole before being thrown into.
All Skaven ended at the bottom of the pit. When the last had rejoined his fellows, the two big cold-things plugged the opening with the slab. The cold-things crowd chanted in a monotone voice, while the toad-man slowly raised its arm.
Without a transition, Psody found himself in the middle of the scene. He was on the roof of the building, near the altar. Around the continent seemed to have disappeared, there was more than a maelstrom of colours. No more jungle, no more trail, nobody either. Nothing. Completely naked, he was shivering in cold... and anxiety. Indeed, around the ziggurat, twelve huge silhouettes appeared. Shadows larger than a dungeon, hooded, one adorned with horns like those of Grey Seers. Twelve people, including two letting an empty space between them, as if waiting for a thirteenth entity. Impossible to distinguish their features, only their eyes appeared. Psody felt his stomach knot when he understood who he was dealing with.
The Council of Thirteen!
Tremendously loud voices thundered through the skies.
- So, Psody… you're hesitating?
- You're contesting the authority of your elder?
- You don't know what to do?
The young White Skaven turned to one of the Lords of Decay, then swung to another.
- I... I don't understand!
- You have survived many things!
- The Horned Rat watches over you
- Or you have insolent luck.
- What a shame you don't know fully exploit it.
- Shall we let you frolicking everywhere?
- What should think our god by seeing you acting as you do?
Psody panicked:
- I never wanted to do anything else than serve the Horned Rat, I swear!
- Then why all these questions?
- Why all these doubts?
- Why all these judgements?
The poor young ratman jerked each invective of one or another of the silhouettes. The voices became more aggressive, more impatient, more threatening. Suddenly, a familiar voice banged just in his ear.
- You have too much different ideas! We don't like it!
Something struck him in his back, smashing him to the stone floor. Then he felt a meteoric tear on the top of his head. He cried out in pain, then in horror of seeing his horns on the ground before him, their lower end bloody and covered with strips of flesh. He put his hands on top of his head, and when he brought them before his eyes, he saw that they were covered with blood.
An irresistible force took him by the armpits, lifted and swung him. Psody shivered more recognising his master. Grey Seer Vellux was before him, but he looked different. He wasn't more a great and beautiful White Skaven which the young ratman dreamed to be like. His arms had become gnarled, with crooked fingers, long dirty nails. His face was covered with warts, his features grossly hardened, his teeth damaged, and his red eyes were bloodshot and deep in their sockets. Despite the suffering that twisted his skull, Psody wished to speak.
- Master... he murmured, bowing his head.
- I have no more servant!
Vellux grabbed the young White Skaven by his throat and lifted effortlessly twenty inches from the ground with a single hand.
- You are no longer useful to me, however, your mere presence is an offence!
- But... I was born to serve you!
- What you say! You ruined everything!
Vellux turned back to the sacrificial pit, open again, without releasing the unfortunate young ratman. He held him suspended above the wide open aperture. Psody sobbed in terror.
- Why, master? Why?
- Because the Horned Rat has chosen you!
And in a powerful gesture, Vellux swung Psody back, hurling it into the pit. The unfortunate young ratman fell down, down into depths that seemed endless, screaming with all his might.
Psody awoke with a start, shivering with sweat, his nostrils acidified by the terror his musk glands exhaled. A terrible tugging circled his head, as if he had been wearing a juicer. He couldn't see anything, his vision was obscured by an opaque matter covering his eyes. However, he could feel something was hugging his wrists and lower legs. There was also a gentle stream of air that made him shiver. He tried to articulate a word, but his jaw was obstructed. He heard a voice say in reikspiel:
- Oh, he's waking up. Go get the others!
Some footsteps went away. The voice whispered near him:
- Don't move. Don't speak. Be nice, or you're dead.
He obeyed, too scared to do anything else. Several pairs of boots slammed on the pavement, then the sound of a heavy door opening sounded. Finally, the White Skaven heard another voice, more assured, more mature, ordered:
- Remove his blindfold.
Someone ripped the leather band knotted around his head. Psody quickly considered his situation, which was not brilliant, far of it. He had been stripped naked, his arms and ankle were tied outstretched with solid bracelets on an icy stone wall, and a gag consisted of a wooden ball attached to chains kept his mouth in a position too uncomfortable for him to utter a word. He looked up and saw the Human who was facing him.
That was him. The man he had seen again and again in his delusions. He was just like in his nightmares: big, shaved face with a blond hair falling over his shoulders. He wore a red cape over his mesh vest and leather boots went back on his striped trousers. The little ratman swallowed. This Human was both frightening and fascinating to watch. He had an expression loaded with the experience of many difficult ordeals. Weariness, disillusionment marked the still apparent youth of his features. However, his eyes were even more intense.
- I'm Felix Jaeger. I've heard you want to see me?
The White Skaven tried to articulate some syllables without success. The Human approached him and cocked his head to his ear.
- I'll take it off, but first I want you to be well aware of this: I have good reasons to distrust you. I dealt with Skaven more often than I would have liked. Also, understand you have an incredible fortune, because usually, Humans impale on sight your kind.
Fear tugged increasingly the intestines of the young ratman. Jaeger seemed to realise, because his voice was a little less sharp.
- Put yourself in my place: these Skaven were harassing us for weeks. And then someone creates confusion in their ranks, which allows us to hunt them. First, we wanted to really thank that "someone", or we saw you. A Skaven, a Grey Seer moreover. Who comes with a white flag to surrender and talk to me! Everyone here thinks it's a trap. But I am open-minded, and I accept to talk with a person that I imagine intelligent. I want you to explain why you did all this for me. But beware! From the moment you utter a word in a language other than reikspiel, these soldiers have orders to execute you immediately. We know that the Grey Seers can use magic, and we won't take any risk letting you unleash a curse on anyone in this castle. You understand?
He didn't seem to be joking, no more than the two guards brandishing their spear to his chest. The White Skaven felt waves of stale sweat flowing down his wide eyes. He nodded. Jaeger reached out and opened the small steel loop before pulling the gag with a jerk. Psody coughed.
- Well, to begin with, who are you?
- I... I'm Psody.
- Okay... You are the one who have caused panic among the Skaven?
- Yes... I rang the bell, burned the barrels of powder and shot their leader.
- Nice performance for a small White Skaven! And the horn, that was you, too?
- I found it... on the leader of a group of Humans in the forest. Who were they?
- A band of rangers, there are a few around.
- Well, manling, you've began to have fun without me?
A Dwarf entered the cell. He was just a little bigger than Psody, but at least three times wider shoulders. Under the tattooed skin of his bare chest rolled impressive muscles. His face was buried under a heavy beard, and his head was shaved, except for the crest erected and dyed with animal grease. A gold chain connected his nose to his left ear. The Skaven immediately recognised this menacing face, whose left eye was covered by a bandage.
- Sir... Gurnisson? murmured the young Psody.
- Gotrek, my friend! It seems that your reputation has preceded you!
- Not a surprise. What is surprising me is this rat is not already scared to death.
The poor ratman then saw the axe whose blade was decorated with engraved runes, and became more afraid. Gotrek noticed it, waved his weapon before his nose, laughing, and even applied the edge between his two nostrils. The pink wide with terror eyes of the Skaven White squinted to the sharp steel.
- I usually don't kill people who are unable to defend themselves, it's not funny, nor honourable. But give me one reason to remind me that I don't have no more honour to lose, just one...
Psody felt the musk of panic emitted by his glands increase its intensity, like a poison imprisoning his heart. Jaeger put a hand on his friend's shoulder, asking him back. Then he crouched in front of the prisoner, placing himself at his height.
- Very well, Psody. You have taken big risks to come see me. First, you fought your own, and now you come to my hosts, for, quote, "discuss as an equal" with me? Well, here I am! Please, speak up! I'm listening...
The White Skaven tried to find the words, to be able to ask the right questions, but he realised a terrible complication: nothing came. He had not the slightest idea what he would say. The fear transformed gradually into disappointment. He closed his eyes and bowed his head. These both mixed feelings did shed a few bitter tears on his cheeks, which intrigued Jaeger.
- Indeed, if I expected this...
- He's mocking us, manling!
Gotrek thumped a violent backhand slap to the young ratman who winced in pain, but didn't protest.
- Gotrek, calm down!
Jaeger passed his hand under the chin of the prisoner, raising his head.
- What's happening to you, my young friend?
- This is not your friend, manling! Gotrek barked.
- Gotrek, I beg you! So, Psody? Why put yourself in that state? I assure you, as long as it is friendly, you can talk to me without fear. Why have you done all of this for me? It interests me!
- I... I do not know, sir Jaeger. A part of me is screaming, orders me to cut you in pieces, you and sir Gurnisson. A part of me hates you, wants your long and painful death more than anything. But me... I don't know you. I've only seen you in visions.
- You saw me in visions? And what I was doing?
- You laughed at me, or you attacked me, or my fellow.
- And you came to... "conjure the curse" by killing me first?
- No! That's what I don't understand. I feel that this is not me where this anger comes from. I have nothing against you, I would say, in a sense, I admire you. You are an exceptional Human, and you, sir Gurnisson, you honour the legendary tenacity of your people. Both of you are known as fierce Skaven slayers-slayers. So I had the idea to find you to tell you about my visions, and my differences. I thought seeing you would help me to understand... but I see nothing. And I don't understand. I don't know what to do.
Jaeger turned to his brother in arms.
- What do you think about it, Gotrek?
- Well, this is the first Skaven I see behave like that.
- I'm almost tempted to believe him. I said "almost", specified the Human.
He thought a moment, then asked:
- Could you describe one of these visions?
- Uh... I think so. There is... a small castle. Humans are being attacked by Skaven. The assault is very violent. And in the sky, I can see... a flying ship. A kind of ship that doesn't float on water, but that is suspended in the air with a huge air balloon hung over. And I see my hands... well, I'm not sure whether my own hands. I am me, and I am not me. I see Skaven fingers with white fur, long nails, and I feel the energy of the warpstone invading my body. But then I heard a voice say in my language "this thing is mine!" And it is not my voice. I call on the powers of the Warp, and a huge green hand energy is poised to capture the flying ship. However, something distracts me, I feel the energy dissipated, and I fall to the ground.
Psody remained silent. The two friends were very surprised. Gotrek frowned.
- For someone who was never seen us, I think he knows too much.
- You... You understand, sir Gurnisson?
Jaeger leaned forward, looking straight into the Skaven eyes, what put him more uncomfortable. The Human murmured:
- Thanquol... is that you?
- Huh?
- Thanquol, I know you hear me. Wherever you are.
- So... is it true? You know Thanquol?
- Indeed I know him. and Gotrek knows him, too. And Thanquol knows as us well. Do you know him?
- I've never seen him in person, but his name... is regularly pronounced in... communities of my people. And I know... he wants your head, both of yours. But... which link with me?
Jaeger stood up and took a few steps back and forth.
- Young Psody, what you have seen is one of our most violent encounters with Thanquol. He tried to steal the airship designed by the Dwarf Slayer-Engineer Malakai Makaisson, the Spirit of Grungni, exactly as you just described.
Suddenly, the voice of Jaeger became increasingly distant, while a cry of rabid animal, very vague, sounded in his ears, and gradually became louder, closer. He looked at Jaeger, and felt his face harden. His lips rolled up, showing his teeth clenched in anger. His eyebrows furrowed. His breathing quickened and grew stronger. Deep inside him, something pushed him, ordered him to attack. This should be visible as one of the soldiers raised his spear.
- Watch it, the rat! One more gesture, and I gut you!
- No, wait! Felix ordered by putting his arms in front of him to stop.
The Human stared fixedly at the White Skaven in the eye.
- That glance... that gleam of hatred in the wards ... I've seen it elsewhere.
Psody gasped, realising what he was doing. He closed his eyes and forced himself to look away. He breathed slowly, deliberately. The beating of his heart slowed, the cries ceased. He opened his eyes, and a tear slipped from between his eyelids again.
- There... It happened again. I had a terrible urge... to kill you. Or rather... something pushed me to do so. Or someone else...
- No kidding! Gotrek spat. This "someone" is your sewer rat instinct!
- No, Gotrek, no! He's not lying! His look has really changed for a while.
Jaeger looked again at the White Skaven in his pink eyes, and saw none slightest aggression more.
- You're getting better, right? You don't look like a rabid animal longer.
- Why, why? Psody stammered.
- I guess Thanquol must have felt particularly humiliated that day. To his point of view, we would have stolen him a glorious victory. He had to be accountable after that, and it should have really been unpleasant.
- When did it happen?
- Ten years ago Gotrek growled.
- But I wasn't even born! I can't be angry against you for something that doesn't concern me!
- I understand, but perhaps it is his wrath you're experiencing now. He wants us dead for this story. Moreover, how old are you?
- I'm only four years old!
- Four years? You seem rather mature for someone of that age.
- Yes, but Skaven mature about three times faster than Humans.
Jaeger gave a little shrug.
- Okay, according to our criteria, then you just enter into adulthood. And you say you never had any connection with Thanquol?
- Never-never, but throughout the Under-Empire, everybody knows he hates you. He's ready to use every Skaven he can to capture-capture you.
- He has made several attempts. And speaking of that, know that I have very good reasons to be angry against him, too. And I wonder if, somehow, you're not related to him?
- My master, Grey Seer Vellux, pretends to be the offspring from one of Thanquol's personal breeders. I don't know if this is true or if it's a lie to strengthen his authority-authority, but in any case, I have no blood relationship or with one or with the other, I know.
Jaeger assumed a reflexive turning back on Psody. Then he turned abruptly and took his head in his both hands. He rested his forehead against the Skaven's who didn't dare move, focused his glance on his pink and panicked eyes and muttered in a terrible voice:
- Thanquol, you will stop to torture this young White Skaven. Leave him in peace. If you really want my head, come and get it by yourself instead of sending me disturbed kids!
- Stop-Stop! You're scaring me!
- And this is only the beginning! Gotrek chuckled.
Jaeger loosened his grip and stepped back.
- There are two possibilities: either Thanquol is alive or he's dead. If he's still alive, he must now be too old or stunted by warpstone to fight, but he's trying to make me misery by using you. By cons, if he's dead... It would be funny!
- What? grumbled the Slayer.
- Yes, what? Psody moaned.
- So, you may be a kind of… reincarnation? Your body has become the receptacle of the twisted soul of this Grey Seer. You can be honoured.
The White Skaven widened his eyes.
- "Honoured"? You're kidding! This is terrible-terrible! I don't want!
Psody sank limply hanging by his strings. He felt a terrible fear devour his entrails as ever. More tears slid down his fluffy cheeks. The Dwarf approached, and craned his neck to look at the face of the White Skaven closer.
- Grimnir crushes me, this is the first time I see Skaven tears!
Grief gave way to indignation. Psody opened his pink eyes, and glared daggers at Gotrek.
- Maybe you want to collect them in a cup?
Gotrek grasped firmly in one hand Psody's left horn.
- Don't play with me, or I wedge your antler into your...
- Gotrek!
The Dwarf loosened his grip, grumbling.
- Gotrek, I'd like to talk to him alone.
- You crazy, manling?
- What do you want him to do to me in this state? I want to talk to him without your threatening presence to scare him. Stay behind the door just in case. And you, the guards, do the same.
Before the determined eyes of the Human, the Slayer retreated. He said:
- Don't lean too close of him, he could nibble your balls!
The two guards didn't stir.
- Gentlemen, please...
- We have orders, said the first.
- If we don't follow them, the captain won't be happy, said his lad.
- And I assure you I can make a difference if I do a modicum of confidence. I take the whole responsibility. Stay behind the door. If there's a problem, I will pay the consequences.
These words eventually convinced the two soldiers. They looked at each other, one shrugged, the other made a little sput, and then they withdrew. When the heavy door slammed, Jaeger relaxed a little.
- Well, now we're alone. If you really want my head, nothing prevents you to use your magic.
- You know I won't, sir Jaeger. You wouldn't have dismissed your friends.
- You are insightful for a Skaven.
Jaeger approached the small White Skaven, and whispered in his ear.
- Do you want to kill me, Psody? If I untied, would you try to tear my heart off?
The facies of the young ratman twitched.
- No! I swear! Thanquol wants you dead, but I don't! I'm not Thanquol! I am Psody, and I do not want, I must not let you die!
- Your concern touches me, but what have I so precious to you?
- You... you're the only one in this world who can help me. The only one!
- Calm down, please. What can I do to help you, then?
Psody relaxed a bit and thought before calmly say:
- I want to know why everything changed to this point, sir Jaeger. I am an elected chosen one of the Horned Rat. All I wanted was to serve him in the place that was rightfully mine in our society. But everything went wrong since I became directly responsive to his word! When I started to see things, all were afraid of me and began to hate me! My own brother backstabbed me and tried to drown me!
- I thought it was normal for the Skaven society?
- Not for me! Grey Seers are supposed to be the messengers of the Horned Rat! Normally, they are too much respected for someone may dare lay a paw on them!
- Yes, well, as far as I know, betrayal is a way of life for your kind.
- You are right. I would have understood if I had been betrayed by a jealous rival, or my minions only, but if this bastard-bastard Klur did it, it was on the orders of my own master! That's what I don't understand!
- He must have thought you would try to overthrow him.
- While I was just been honoured as Grey Seer? I didn't have the power for that, and we knew it both! And I only wanted to fill him with pride, and so my god, too! I wanted to be like him, not overturn him! However, he... When I told him about what I saw, he was disturbed. I felt it, even if didn't told me. I was afraid of him and his anger, but he shared with me the gift of the Horned Rat, he was the only one to fully understand me. And now... now... I don't know!
The Skaven White wept bitterly. Jaeger was more perplexed.
- How do you know your master ordered this execution?
The little ratman loudly sniffed and stammered:
- The visions, sir Jaeger. They showed me Vellux's jealousy and fear. They have all rejected me. I'm all alone now.
- Okay, it's sad for you, but what can I do?
Psody raised his head, eyes full of hope.
- You are a great adventurer! You know lots of things! Or maybe you have friends who would be able to help me find the key to unlock this mystery? I beg you, sir Jaeger. Help me, or kill me! There is no place where I can go without getting stoned on sight, so if I am condemned to never be able to understand, better finish-finish, from your hand, at least once in my life I have a vision that says true!
- Come on, don't be so dramatic. We won't go so far. And for now, I don't want to kill you.
The detached tone of the human surprised the young ratman. Jaeger rubbed his chin with a thoughtful frown.
- You are right on one point: I've seen a lot of things that a lot of my peers don't survive. Indeed, what you're asking me... Well, I should say, I've already been asked for help, of course. But I've never received such a request from a Skaven. You're the first one.
The Human supported the pleading look of the White Skaven.
- Look, Psody, I promise you nothing, I don't have much influence. If the lord Gottlieb decides to nail you on a tree, I can't do anything to prevent it. But you understood, I have a rather curious nature. And I confess that you seem more to be pitied than detestable. Again, I can't guarantee anything, but I'll see if I can do something. In the meantime, I'll ask Gottlieb not condemn you right away.
The young ratman breathed a sigh of relief.
- May the Horned Rat bless you, sir Jaeger.
- Well, if you want to live long among Humans, this is the kind of blessing that you must avoid, my young friend. I know it starts with a good intention, but this is not the case for the majority of the population of the Empire. Invoke a forbidden by the clergy god is a sufficient reason to cut your tongue off.
Psody looked down without answering. Jaeger continued:
- For now, I'm sorry, but for the safety of all, I must tie you again.
The White Skaven sadly sniffed and lightly nodded. The Human put the gag in his mouth and the leather headband back, then left the cell, leaving the poor little ratman to his fate.
A few days passed, while the survivors of Gottliebschloss could heal their wounds, take care of those who fell in battle, dismantle the Skaven camp and inventory the remaining resources. This turnaround happened timely because the food warehouse was practically empty, and Augustus Gessler, the cellarer on Gottlieb's service, was afraid of sacrificing all animals to feed soldiers and refugees. The ratmen left, Lord Gottlieb was eager to send a messenger to warn his neighbour, Lord Sebastian Gruber, and beg him medical assistance and food.
Felix Jaeger, in turn, with the agreement of the lord, had somehow tried to reassure citizens of Gottliebschloss. Indeed, the highest authorities of the Empire hushed up at all costs the official existence of Skaven. The poet and his few friends had always to publicly denying the existence of the sons of the Horned Rat. Jaeger knew very well that the interest of such a secret was threefold.
First, he explained to Gottlieb and important personalities of his court, announcing by official decree the population that entire cities of aggressive monsters hungry for human flesh were buried in each city of the Empire was a sure way to cause total hysterical panic that nobody needed. On the other hand, a generalised Skaven hunt could be even more disastrous, because it would require all Skaven to stop their infighting to unite against a common enemy, an enemy against which they were superior in numbers, technology, and ferocity. Finally, it was the most shameful, the authorities ensured their hold on the minds of the plebeians, and quickly silenced the strongest personalities that threatened to destabilize their power.
Even if it frustrated him, Jaeger preferred into this game when he had to explain to the people. He knew too well the propensity of the crowd to panic and shoot the messenger. So he had agreed with Gotrek and Gottlieb to pretend the castle was besieged by rodent-headed beast-men. About their prisoner, his life would never be revealed, and the guards that saw him had been threatened to be sentenced to prison if they spoke.
Gotrek had led a small battalion of volunteers to go around the area, looking for survivors, Human or not. They had found the Kleist band and bodies of Skaven who fought against them. Some bodies added to the pyre that had drawn a few steps from the castle. The huge pile of wood and corpses glowed day and night, purifying Gottliebschloss this tragedy forever.
The evening of the third day, the lord Gottlieb gathered his closest advisors, and the two adventurers, to take stock of the situation. They were all in the dining room, around the table, Gottlieb at one end, Jaeger to the other. The poet wondered who would tackle the first the problem of their curious prisoner. It was the chamberlain.
Augustus Gessler was a middle-aged man, with a pronounced stoutness in his cardigan. He had a brown well-trimmed goatee, and a stern look. He took control of the look of each summoned, and once sure he had their attention, spoke thus:
- My lord, my lady, if not great news, at least I can tell you that we were able to treat all the wounded, and our brave volunteers were able to harvest some fruits and hunt in the forest. These disgusting creatures have not had time to ravage everything, fortunately for us. But I hope the lords around will give us a hand.
- Do not worry, Gessler, Gottlieb said. This old Gruber is a long-time friend, he won't forsake us.
- Actually, this is not what worries me the most, my lord. I'm thinking about our... "guest".
- How is it? inquired the lady Franzseska Gottlieb.
- Like an ordinary prisoner. He sleeps, he eats, but it does nothing more. Well, master Jaeger can talk better than me.
Since nobody wanted to deliberately approach the White Skaven, Felix Jaeger had volunteered to watch him. He had been left the keys of the cell, and he went regularly check his status in his spare time. Gottlieb turned to the poet. The latter explained:
- I give reason to master Gessler. He looks more like a prisoner of war than a beast in a cage against its will. In fact, he's quiet.
- I don't know if I should feel reassured so far, said the Lord.
- Can I give you my opinion, my lord? asked Gessler.
- Please.
The chamberlain cleared his throat, and explained:
- I think keeping it here is a very bad idea, my lord. Most people would imagine that it's an ordinary beast-man, but thanks to sir Jaeger, we know it's not true. And I'm afraid it calls other ratmen to the rescue.
- How could he do? He is locked in the deepest dungeon!
- Sir Jaeger, I read the books of your adventures. So I know that you know they are even more dangerous than they look!
- Ah, these books... I wonder how many times I must say that it was fictionalized?
- Whatever, cut Gottlieb. It's true I have to take a decision. I can't keep it here forever! If this is not a contingent of creatures of his race that will pick it up, it will be the priests!
- That's why I recommend to get rid of it, my lord.
- Yeah! Gotrek grumbled with an evil grin, raising his axe.
Jaeger got up.
- No!
- No? repeated Gottlieb.
- We can't just coldly execute him!
- There it will attract only problems!
- I really want to know what he has in mind, my lord. Would you please at least give me a last chance to make him talk?
Gottlieb's face scowled.
- You're done, Gessler?
- Yes, my lord.
- You can withdraw. I guess you have to do.
- Yes, my lord.
Gessler bowed and took leave of assistance. Lady Franzseska had an annoyed sigh.
- Frankly, my dear, I do not feel reassured. Gessler is right, all of this will end so badly!
- I know, my dear wife, but sir Jaeger insists Jaeger we let it alive at the moment! I still want to know why?
- Because he needs help, and he's counting on me, my lord.
The wife of the lord had a disapproving look at the poet.
- Did you really talk with this... thing?
- I could actually exchange a few words with him. This "thing" is called Psody. And, believe it or not, I think another exchange could be constructive.
- If it wanted to speak to you, I guess. However, given its current behavior, it won't say anything constructive. However, its presence is bothering me, and I'm not the only one.
- Hey, that's what I'm telling him for an hour! Gotrek chuckled.
- Look, he's a poor kid who has been submitted to a very violent education, and whose mind is clouded by drugs and tormented by nightmares. Forget the giant rat face, see someone in trouble, and counting on me for help! He came to me to get answers. No normal Skaven would.
- It wants your head, manling! Maybe you're right, it is controlled by this Thanquol rapscallion. But in my opinion, it's just playing a comedy to lower your guard, and that's what you're doing!
- And I'm sure its kind will return, more numerous and more aggressive! replied the lady. Sir Jaeger, you know what these monsters are capable of! And now you are defending one of them! You show sympathy for it certainly touching, but that will be very soon mortally dangerous because it is naivety! Isn't your opinion, sir Kaufman, who had the opportunity to see this creature closer?
Helmut Kaufman, the mage affiliate to Gottliebschloss domain, had studied at the Golden College of Nuln. Members of the Golden Order were known to be particularly rational in their analysis. They left no place for doubt, nor precipitation, or daydreaming. Known for their materialism, they filled their laboratories with complex machinery and various alchemical potions. The Golden Order was the richest Orders of magic of the Empire, and the least feared by the population. They were called "alchemists".
Without his mask, Kaufman was a man of size and stature inferior to the average, with a bald forehead, circled by a mop of brown hair. A moustache of the same colour emerged under a strong nose, and his bulging eyes behind rolled thick copper spectacles. When he didn't directly participate in a conversation, he was tirelessly scribbling sketches with captions in a notebook he used to keep in one of his pockets. Jaeger had the opportunity to discuss with him. As one of his few friends was the mage Max Schreiber of Light College, he wasn't intrinsically frightened by arcane sorcery practitioners. So he had been able to enjoy the company of Kaufman at fair value, and he hoped to see the alchemist go his way.
Kaufman deftly put away his notebook, adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat and spoke to Gottlieb.
- My Lord, my Lady, I'm torn. Personally, I find this is a very interesting case. We could probably learn something from this Skaven. I know they have a very powerful technology, rivalling the Dwarves'. They use a very particular material, warpstone. If we could tame warpstone, the possibilities would be enormous. However, the fact that it is a Skaven sorcerer scares me slightly. I was able to isolate its cell with retention runes, but honestly, I don't know how long it would hold it. It doesn't look very old, or experienced, but I've learned not to trust appearances. I don't know the ins and outs of Skaven magic, and I don't like not knowing what I'm dealing with.
He paused, and turned to the poet.
- If we were in the Golden College, we could interrogate it without taking too many risks, but here, in this isolated castle, where there is only one mage, just after a siege, keep it alive seems… unwise.
Jaeger felt a twinge in his heart. The more this conversation progressed, the more the fate of their strange prisoner seemed sealed, and it didn't rejoice him. He couldn't determine if it was curiosity or something else, but he didn't want to leave the White Skaven being condemned. He protested by using arguments that he hoped percussive enough for the mage.
- Master Kaufman, not you! As a sorcerer, you know better than all of us how it is to create distrust and aggression simply by your nature! You've learned to be over that, right?
- It's true that we, mages, are often considered as a necessary evil by the majority of citizens. I don't want to seem limited, sir Jaeger. I assure you that in other circumstances, I would accompany you in your conversation with it. But my role here is to ensure that no harmful magic threatens our community. Perhaps its only presence may alert other Skaven wizards who would get it?
- Even with your runes?
- My runes prevent it to capture winds of magic, but they have limited effectiveness, and I do not know if they can withstand long Skaven magic.
Jaeger could not help to start a look of reproach to the alchemist. The latter consented to explain further:
- Felix, I feel sorry for it if you're right. To execute a child is monstrous at the highest point, but if it's potentially dangerous, it's unfortunately usually needed. It absolutely doesn't enchant me, especially if this child is not responsible of the danger, but in some cases, it's better to sacrifice a life than risk hundreds. I remind you that women and children much more innocent than this Skaven are in the balance! And I prefer to have on my conscience the life of a White Skaven with questionable behaviour than any other person within these walls!
- Especially since we have no certainty about his sincerity, added Lady Franzseska. If I believe the stories, I tend to see a trick, too.
- I was at Nuln ten years ago, said Kaufman. That night, I lost several members of my family and friends. I know what these people are capable of.
Jaeger felt his frustration going up.
- Am I the only one to see Psody as anything else than a threat? He surrendered to us without resistance, he explained why he was there, he... he trusts me! I was at Nuln, too. This is where I met Thanquol for the first time. Thanquol is a White Skaven, a rabid bloodthirsty maniac, who doesn't hesitate to resort to the worst means to reach his goals. Nothing in common with this unfortunate kid who begged me to help him! What will I tell him? "Sorry, but we'll kill you, nothing personal, but you're a risk"? He fled his lair, because his brother had tried to assassinate him, he came to find answers, he's counting on our humanity. You think what we're about to do is behave humanely?
Nobody answered, but Gottlieb, Kaufman, Gotrek and Captain Rothemd all now considered the poet with suspicion and condescension. He wouldn't stop there. Rummaging through his ideas, he quickly sought a new argument to introduce, when a voice said with conviction:
- I concur in the opinion of sir Jaeger.
All occupants of the room turned to the man who just spoke. He got up from the stool near the fireplace on which he was sat. He was a man of medium stature and size, light complexioned, clean shaven, with two deep blue eyes and brown short cut hair. He was about thirty springs old but the serious expression on his face foreshadowed he had lived enough events to fill at least the double. He wore a large white, immaculate homespun, with embroidery representing a heart which dripped a drop of blood on the left side of his chest. He took a few steps toward the table.
- Prior Romulus… murmured Lord Gottlieb.
Romulus was a priest of Shallya, the Goddess of Healing, Compassion and Births in the pantheon of the Empire. Like all his church brothers and sisters, he had vowed to help anyone in need of physical or psychological care, whatever its nature, with the exception of the servants of Nurgle, the god of Decay. As the Order of Shallya was composed overwhelmingly of women, the few men were usually homeless. They took less risk on the roads, and didn't turn away the attention of the priestesses.
Some time earlier, while in transit between two great imperial cities with a convoy, Romulus had sought asylum to lord Gottlieb for one night, but as the Skaven had attacked the same evening by an evil chance, he had been unable to leave the place. Once the Skaven routed, he was left to care for the wounded, which didn't bother the lord at all. The latter asked:
- Could you go to the end of your thought?
- Certainly, my lord. If I believe what I just heard, we are dealing with someone quite extraordinary.
- So, you think this creature is a person?
- Yes, Captain Rothemd. This is an intelligent being, able to communicate, with feelings, and the ability to reason. So, for me and for my order, he is a person.
- Demons are also able to speak, replied Lady Franzseska. It doesn't make them people like us. Demons are soulless.
- You are right, my lady, but it has been proven the demons come from another reality, the same one where mages draw their power from. When you kill a demon, it turned to dust and back to where it came from. However, the Skaven are made of flesh, blood and bones. They eat, drink and breathe normally. As hard to believe as it may be, he's born of a mother, grew up and is dedicated to decompose when his death come. You have seen all the dead Skaven, right? We even had to incinerate. In my opinion, biologically, they constitute a race of its own, as Dwarves or Elves.
- They say everywhere they are mutants, or beast-men! Lord Gottlieb protested violently.
- Oh, it is quite possible that they are cousins of the beast-men. But I myself had the opportunity to observe their behaviour on numerous occasions during my travels. Their society is more organized than the barbarian tribes of beast-men. And the fact of going to see you is a clear sign of this difference, don't you think?
Gottlieb was about to reply, but refrained, finally. His wife asked:
- Assuming you're right, prior, you won't tell me you believe this crazy fable, will you?
- I saw with my own eyes what happened, I witnessed the surrender of this little ratman through a window. I distinctly heard our language, and then I saw you obey you, my lord, when you have ordered him not to move. He behaved like you and me in the same situation, you can't deny it. No beast-man has never done this, nor any Orc or any mutant, nor any other creature of this kind.
- It's true, approved Kaufman.
Franzseska lady sighed.
- Right, we're between us, and I'm not afraid of being accused of heresy by according you at least my doubt, but if you're right... what can we do then?
- I would like to see him. I think being near him, within a reasonable distance, I'll be better able to identify his feelings. If I perceive in him something that I've seen in one or other of the people Shallya asked me to take care, so I continue to obey my goddess by helping him.
All eyes widened. Captain Rothemd stammered:
- You... you're not serious?
- I've never been more serious, captain. You know it, only the abominations of the Lord of the Flies are abhorred by Shallya. All other living beings struck by misfortune deserve our compassion. If he truly is a lost child who's begging assistance, I must give it to him, even if he looks like a giant rat. And I don't do so as by duty than desire.
The captain made a grimace of disgust.
- Don't tell me... your mind is corrupted!
- Watch your words! Lady Franzseska barked. You're talking to a priest who saved the lives of many of your men, and with admirable dedication!
- Don't worry, my lady, muttered the prior with a lifted hand. It is true that I meet more often than I would like the forces of Chaos, and I could be accused of heresy and corruption. This is the fate of Shallya itinerant priests.
Kaufman chuckled in complicity. The prior turned to the lord.
- My lord, you have locked this White Skaven in a cell. Does the door have a peephole?
- Yes, if you want, you can see it without approaching it.
- Good. Sir Jaeger? Could you take me to him?
Jaeger rose in turn.
- Let's go.
Both Humans walked through the castle for long minutes. Night had fallen, and the campaign was calm. Only a few soldiers were still making their rounds outside. They came into the yard, crossed a door guarded by two soldiers. The clergyman descended a slippery steps staircase and followed Jaeger through a long underground corridor, lit by torches. Advantaging that there were no guards within earshot, the poet murmured:
- Prior, I'd like to thank you.
- For what, sir Jaeger?
- To have been able to convince Gottlieb give him a chance.
- Don't thank me too soon, sir Jaeger. I didn't win yet. As a priest of Shallya, I can have a small influence among lords who are willing to listen to me, but it is limited. Gottlieb left me holding his arm, but he can strike the sword at any time without I can do anything.
- You think the others are right? He could be really a dangerous manipulator?
- It is a possibility, I admit. For what I've seen or heard about her, I seriously doubt it, but we must remain vigilant.
Both Imperial citizens stopped before a heavy door reinforced with many fittings, and no less than three locks.
- These symbols painted on the walls are the runes of protection of master Kaufman?
- Indeed, prior. He enchanted all the exterior walls of the cell from floor to ceiling, which prevents access to every wind of magic to the prisoner. There is no danger. Even if he isn't covered by chains, he is completely impotent.
Jaeger opened the small flat and cast a quick glance.
- Look at him and tell me if you really see a fearsome monster.
Romulus leaned over the opening.
Sitting on the cold pavement of the dungeon, Psody was painful to see. He had recovered his robe, and a few of his hard-earned dignity. But he was obviously hopeless. Prostrate at the foot of the wall, his head buried in his arms crossed on his knees, he stood motionless. A few feet away, his bowl was full of cold porridge, he hadn't touched. His attitude left no room for doubt in the eyes of the prior, who had seen it many times while comforting people sentenced to death. He discerned his expression, in all points similar to his most aggrieved flock. He felt even his own eyebrows rise in surprise distinguishing a tear beading in the corner of his pink eye. But he remained master of his emotions, and simply asked:
- How much time is he like this?
- Since he was been unchained, the day after his arrival, he barely ate, and hasn't more said a word, even to me. I'm afraid this little guy is letting himself die.
The prior gestured to invite Jaeger away from the door. Once sure to be out of reach of listening to anyone, he explained:
- I had the opportunity to see Skaven in his situation, and it was different; we had to cover them with chains to prevent them from killing themselves by hysteria. This one looks to me very quiet, indeed.
- Yes, because he's awake. By cons, when he sleeps...
- He has a restless sleep?
- This is the least you can say, prior! He cries, he inveighs in his native language, he's terrified, until he wakes up. He then falls into silence until the next night. This is probably what drives him mad, but as long as he doesn't speak, nobody can do anything for him. And now, the guards are getting nervous, because his crises are becoming more violent. Last night I had to make him swallow by force an anaesthetic medication brewed by Master Kaufman. And then you've heard the others. Soon, exchanges with neighbouring areas resume, and if the Sigmarites or Ulricans learn that a Skaven is here...
Prior Romulus made a thoughtful pout, while Jaeger continued:
- I wish to see in him something else than a simple White Skaven, but my intellect is whispering me what Gotrek said earlier; he could pretend to sleep our suspicion, and take us treacherously at the first opportunity. If it's the case, I'll have to assume the consequences.
- Don't worry. Skaven are cunning, but not up to play such a comedy. They use bribery, they manipulate, but the witnesses report that they tend to want to be helped by terrifying or exciting our covetous side. A Skaven could try to save its life by pitying the one who's threatening it, of course, but surrender us with such a story, it is very far from their habits. For me, it is quaint.
- Hopefully you're right, prior. True, I feel sorry for him, but on the other hand, he's worrying me a little.
- He frightens you?
- Not him, but what is disturbing him. And there is a relationship with me, prior. Something sends him dreams and orders him to kill me, and I want to know what it is!
- Do you really think it would be this Thanquol?
- I don't know. This kid is the only one who can help us to see clearly, but as you can see, he has a blockage. I guess it's because fear or pride, and in both cases, I don't see how to do with it.
- I will. May I talk to him?
Jaeger had a worried grimaced.
- I don't know if it is a good idea.
- Well, what can he do to me? You said, thanks to the protection runes, he can't use the power of his divinity. You searched him from head to toe, I guess, so he has no weapon on him.
- We can never be sure, he may have deceived our vigilance, Skaven are experts in this discipline. And he has his claws, teeth and horns.
- If he tries anything, I can defend myself. I am bigger and stronger than him, and the goddess Shallya allows me to protect my life as I don't take his. Anyway, if he tries to escape from this cell, you'll kill him before he crosses the door, and he knows it very well.
- Maybe that's what he wants, prior. Push us to execute him.
- It would be surprising. Like I said, I've seen locked Skaven, all behaved like rabid beasts, throwing to the door of their cage to break it, until losing consciousness. None of them remained sitting quietly like that. In fact, it's not in the Skaven nature to meekly surrender and accept being locked. He doesn't really behave like those I could approach. And I doubt whether it is a ruse. However, I didn't have to look long to feel his distress.
- Even if he's a Skaven?
- His face is different from ours, but his fear and sadness are the same.
- He used to my presence, but I don't know how he could react if you enter!
- I'll take the risk. If I wanted to live a bland life, I would have stayed in my monastery. And I think you know it, and you were hoping that I make this request. Ten minutes ago, you were ready to face Gottlieb and his advisers to give him a reprieve. I just had to watch this Skaven for a second to be permanently on your side.
This time, Jaeger said nothing. Inwardly, he gloated while hoping not to have to regret. The prior continued:
- I can try to examine his heart, and for this, I wish to share a few words with him; contemplate him through that door is not enough. Please, let me go. I can't let a living being in this state without trying something. Come on, do me this favour. I also want to understand why.
Jaeger nodded with a wry smile.
Hearding the characteristic rattle of keys turning in the locks and the scraping of wood on the ground, Psody lifted his head slightly. He saw before him a Human who wore a dress resembling those of Plague Monks, except that it was white, and better maintained. The door closed behind him. Jaeger said through the door: "I'm watching." The man approached Psody and smiled sympathetically.
- Hello.
The Skaven White did not reply, but he felt his eyebrows frown of distrust. His eyes focused onto the man's face.
- I am the prior Romulus, young man. I've heard they call you Psody? And you're a Grey Seer, aren't you?
This time, the young ratman nodded slightly, without removing his eyes from his interlocutor. The smile of the prior stretched a little. He sat quietly beside him.
- Any Human sees you as a detestable enemy. The fact is, since immemorial time, Skaven and Humans confront. The most dangerous are the Grey Seers, because they manipulate terrifying destructive power. For years, I read these stories, I thought the images that our ancestors have left us. I've even seen many of your peers with my own eyes, before the siege. But you don't evoke me the horrible things that your people inspires us. When I look at you, I see just a little boy, perhaps not very friendly or very sincere, but in any case very sad. And it is to help people as sad as this little boy I swore to dedicate my life to serving Shallya.
The Abbot paused. Finally, he heard the hesitant voice of the Skaven ask:
- Who is Shallya?
- This is our Goddess of Compassion. Do you know what compassion is?
- Uh... no.
- I guess this word is not part of the vocabulary of Skaven. Compassion is the act of sharing the suffering of someone. I see you are very sad, and I feel this sadness. Not as much as you, of course, but I perceive it, as if I was sad for the same reason, myself.
The little White Skaven seemed flabbergasted. This concept, previously foreign to him, seemed to be deeply absurd.
- It's... it's silly-stupid! It's not funny to feel pain, why inflict willingly it to yourself?
- Because it allows me to understand exactly why you feel bad. When you understand a problem like this, when you manage to determinate where it comes from, it can be treated. And when you share your pain, it's like when you share a piece of bread, everyone will have a smaller half. Your suffering will be easier to bear, and you can find the energy to cure it. And as I will know its taste, I can help you to calm it down.
This speech surprised the young ratman at the highest point. He thought he recognised the attitude of his master when he pretended to be happy with him, and it fanned his distrust.
- Oh yeah? So heal me, priest!
The prior's smile vanished.
- I would like to, sincerely, but...
- But what? Psody cut. You're not capable, huh? I knew it!
The prior was accustomed to confronting recalcitrant people. Without losing an ounce of patience, he explained:
- What I was going to say is that I can help you feel better. I hope to help you understand what is troubling you, and help you find peace. I've done this with other people like you before.
- I'm a Skaven! I don't think like Humans!
- Of course you do. You even have acted as a Human several times since your arrival at Gottliebschloss. First, you have helped us hunt those who harassed us. Then you came to discuss without violence. And now, you agree to follow a conversation with me, unlike all other Skaven that I had to face.
Again, the soothing tone of the priest and his unusual words destabilized the little ratman. The Human noticed, and continued:
- You have all the reasons to distrust me. You don't know me, I represent something that is completely unknown to you, and I ask for your trust. I know a little about the customs of your people. Not much, but enough to know that you live in fear and anger all the time. I can help you transform this fear into joy, and anger into peace, but for that, I need you. I need to know more about you and your problems to help you solve them.
- Why are you doing this? I'm just a filthy...
- You are a living being with a conscience, a heart and feelings, cut in turn Romulus. You have very serious problems that prevent you from sleeping and prompt you be angry against sir Jaeger spite of yourself. Your priests spread disease and destruction of all lives, my order is there to heal the suffering of the body and the soul of all who live. The only thing I really need is your trust. Tell me your story, and I will do everything in my power to relieve you.
The small Skaven White opened his mouth, loosened his teeth. He took his inspiration, the words felt ready to come out of his throat... but a knot in his guts cut off his breath again. He looked down. More tears slid slowly down the short fur that covered his cheeks.
- I... I can't. I can't do it. It's too hard.
Romulus rose with a little heartbroken sigh.
- Sorry, my young friend, but as long as you refuse to talk, I can't help you. To treat the sickness, it should be known, and therefore know its origin.
- Oh... I...
- I can understand that it is difficult for you to talk about things that concern the most intimate aspects of your person, and your nature pushes you not to disclose.
- It's so. I'd like to, but my survival instinct forbids it, and another part of me says that you couldn't understand, anyway!
- "A part of you", "your survival instinct"... what about you? You, Psody, the White Skaven speaking to me, what do you think?
- I don't know. I know nothing now.
Romulus meditated for a few moments before continuing:
- No, really, for the moment, I'm in a dead-end.
The White Skaven felt his face scowl more.
- But...
The voice of prior made him straighten his head in a movement, suddenly very attentive.
- I know someone who might be able to help you. More than me or sir Jaeger.
- Who? Please, tell me! Psody begged, jumping to his feet.
Romulus walked slowly to and fro while explaining:
"Just like you, the most powerful of our society keep jealously knowledge about the world as it really is, and prefer to impose their version of things to the crowd in order to better control it. Most people merely one truth, without complaining. But there are some people with a rebellious temperament. People who don't agree with those the commanders, and who believe that reality is not these they have been taught. You are one of these people, Psody, that's why you're here. I am, and I have a friend who has a... unusual hobby.
"In the capital of the Empire, there is a rich merchant, from an old imperial family. It has a lot of money, and doesn't hesitate to use them to satisfy his curiosity. This curiosity would certainly make him banished for heresy or worse if the authorities learned. Until now, his generous donations to the city have more or less bought the indulgence of its leaders. He took big risks, but the game has always been worth it, because he has spent the last decade studying your race.
"For ten years, this merchant collects all the information he can find on Skaven. He read in long, wide and across Leiber's book entitled The Loathsome Ratmen and all their vile Kin, and decided to extend this analysis. Over the years, he captured several Skaven to better study them. Of course, this wasn't such a pleasant experience for them, and they are all dead from exhaustion after their hysteria, or medical accident. Nevertheless, this has permitted us to confirm the words of Leiber and find other useful information. But unfortunately, my friend is coming to the end of his research. Indeed, the Skaven anatomy has no more secret for us, now. However, he never had the opportunity to approach a White Skaven. I'm sure he would appreciate to meet you."
Psody felt his eyebrows frown of disgust.
- I don't want to become a guinea pig!
- You won't. As I told you, we don't have much to discover on the Skaven physiology. However, you can bring something to my friend that he never hoped for in his wildest dreams: answers to his questions about the Skaven society. Despite our studies, we still don't know how you live, what are you communication ways, your social relationships, your hierarchic organisation... and you can be sure we have never been able to take any information from Skaven we captured. We only have presumptions and very vague testimonies from escaped slaves became mad. Imagine the joy it would be for my friend to talk with you. A direct testimony, firsthand. And what a testimony! From a member of the elite of the Skaven society. There won't be question to drug you or dissect you dead or alive, but to complete our knowledge thanks to yours. I'm sure you have explanation of many of our questions. And you'll speak only of what you want to. You won't discuss about your problems with him, information about your society will suffice.
The young ratman stroked his chin.
- Hmm... It's true, I know these things, but I can't deliver it to the first Human I meet! Even if they chased me, Skaven are my people, and you could use my knowledge to eliminate them!
- I don't deny it, but if we had the means to exterminate your people, we would have done long ago. However, we are less numerous and less well equipped than you, it is a fact. If we all unite to fight against Skaven, they would stop fighting between them constantly and all unite in turn against the Empire, and we wouldn't be able to resist.
- Is this because of the war against the weird-things that took place two years ago?
- You know for the Storm of Chaos.
- The Skaven had to face it, too.
- In any case, my friend and I don't have pretension to organise a Skaven hunt. We want to use this knowledge to know them better, and better defend ourselves when they attack us.
Psody took a few seconds to think again.
- Well... maybe you say the truth, but admit you would be careful, too, if you were in my place.
- I understand that. There will be a consideration from us, obviously.
- I would get something, out of live longer-longer?
- Of course. First, you would naturally have access to all our scientific writings on the Skaven. This would allow you to better see how we see yours, and you can help us fill our gaps, which are probably numerous. Then there may be things that you wouldn't have learned. I wouldn't be surprised if your master Grey Seer lied to you, by omission or misinformation. Many priests do it in Human society.
- Well, for Skaven, where treachery is a way of life, that's for sure! Psody quipped.
- Finally, you can read our history, geography, science books... and bring your point of view. We may be able to better understand some things with an unreported judgement, yours.
The voice of the prior became deeper.
- And what I want for you is to find among all these sciences the explanation that you miss! From what my kind has compiled during more than two thousand may be the key to your puzzle! These visions that haunt your nights express things, and maybe you could decode!
- Yes... the White Skaven muttered thoughtfully. It is possible, yes!
- You might find historical, mythological or simply physiological significance? And you won't need to talk about embarrassing things. And if, Shallya forbid, you find nothing, at least you would have tried. Anyway, this can be beneficial for your mind. You go ahead, instead of letting you die in that cell. That's what I propose: help my friend perfect his knowledge about your kind, and we'll do everything we can so you can find what you're looking for, at your own pace.
Psody clenched his fists in excitement with inspiration impatient, but he quickly curbed that emotion. He hesitated a while before asking:
- You really think this gentleman would allow me so much?
- I'm sure. This proposal is firm.
- He knows a lot of Skaven?
- Oh yes, perhaps even more than you could imagine.
Psody believed detect on the face of the prior an indecipherable smile. He didn't care of it, and asked again:
- So... I will speak about Skaven... without being subjected to experiments?
- I vouch. In fact, this gentleman is a very good friend of my father. He has no son, but has always regarded me as such, and I trust him completely. Maybe he will ask you to do some reading or calculations to measure your intelligence by our methods, but it no harm will be inflicted to you. I promise you solemnly. I serve the Goddess of Compassion, and sending deliberately someone to suffering and death would be the worst blasphemy I could commit towards her.
The priest looked grave when he said in a low voice:
- May Shallya banish me forever the fullness of the Kingdom of Morr, her father, if what I say is not the truth.
The White Skaven took a few steps, looking thoughtful.
- I guess lord Gottlieb wants me to disappear from his castle.
- Alas, I'm afraid so. I didn't know how present the situation to you, but you've already understood, he would like to see you go faster... His wife and his advisers too.
- So I have the choice between visiting your friend or end on a pyre?
- Recognize this is not quite a difficult choice.
The young ratman looked thoughtfully toward the ceiling, lowered his eyelids, and inhaled deeply. Then he looked at Romulus, into his eyes.
- I don't know where all this will bring me, but... I'm asking you: talk with you friend. If he can help me find the meaning of my nightmares, I'll help him to better understand my species as much as I can.
- You're doing the right choice, Psody. I promise you. I'll send a message by carrier pigeon before tonight. I'll have the reply within two days, Gottlieb could wait this delay, and I'm sure the answer will be positive.
The prior then saw something he wanted since he learned the existence of his unusual interlocutor: the young White Skaven had a little sad smile.
Note from the author: you guessed it; I arrived at a critical point in the plot. It is possible that I go to a too wacky direction for the Warhammer universe.
On the other hand, for professional reasons, I'll have to slow down over the coming months. The story continues, but more slowly.
Thank you all for your understanding.
Above all, do not hesitate to post your comments, they are welcome. I'll try to answer your prospective questions about this story.
Glory to the Horned Rat!
