Unhewn Throne 01 - The Emperor's Blades(135)

Valyn could only nod mutely.

“Let me ask you a question,” the leach asked after a long silence, “since you’re so intent on sharing secrets.”

Valyn shrugged his acquiescence.

“What happened to you? During the Trial? What happened to your eyes?”

I should have known it wouldn’t be easy to answer, Valyn thought to himself. Some of the cadets had emerged from the Hole gushing with stories, almost desperate to relate the minute details of their foray into the darkness. Talal was not one of them. Neither was Valyn. He had confided in no one about the black egg or his encounter with the slarn king. It was enough that he went into the cave poisoned and emerged cured. No one needed to know the details, certainly not a leach.

But then, he needed that leach to trust him. Much as Valyn hated to admit it, the youth had a point—there was no reason to share secrets with someone who refused to divulge his own. To get ground, Hendran wrote, it is sometimes necessary to give ground.

“I found a different egg.”

“Different?”

“Larger. A lot larger. And black.”

Talal’s eyes widened in the lamplight. “Slarn?”

Valyn nodded hesitantly. He was committed to the truth now, for good or ill. “I think so. The nest was the same.”

“A black slarn egg,” the leach mused, pursing his lips. Then, after a long hesitation: “You know they changed us, right?”

“Changed?” Valyn asked. For the second time, he felt the conversation slipping from his control. “What do you mean ‘changed’? Who?”

“The eggs. They cured the toxin, but there were … secondary effects.”

Valyn stared. This was the first he’d heard of it.

“At first I thought I was just exhausted,” the leach continued. “Thought I was imagining it.”

“Imagining what?” Valyn demanded, trying to keep his voice level as the memory from the cave filled his mind, the feel of the black slime slipping down his gullet as he emptied the contents of the shattered shell into his mouth.

Talal shrugged. “The dizziness. That passed in the first day or so. Then the night vision. The hearing.”

Valyn shook his head, lost.

“Listen,” Talal said, holding up a finger.

Valyn listened. The noises from the neighboring barracks had fallen silent, but there were other sounds: waves washing over the rocky beach, waves farther out breaking on the Gray Shoals. Had he been able to hear those before? To sort the soft sussuration of water on shingle from the sharper, more percussive striking of the long swells against the reef? He closed his eyes. He could hear the creak of rope against wood. Rigging, he realized, of the ships moored in the bay. And beneath that, the slow groaning of those ships’ timbers as they flexed with the roll and wash of the sea.

He opened his eyes but found he had no words.

“Better?” Talal asked, his eyebrows raised. “More acute? More precise?”

Valyn nodded. “Holy Hull. You think it was the slarn eggs that did this?” He paused to listen again. A door crashed open far away and he heard a high voice—he thought it was Chi Hoai Mi—laughing at someone inside.

The leach nodded. “It makes sense. The egg provides the food for the slarn before they hatch. It’s what makes them what they are—creatures that live in darkness, that thrive in darkness. They need better hearing, more sensitive touch. They may even have senses we’re unaware of. It comes from somewhere. Why not their food?”

“And now we’ve eaten that food as well,” Valyn concluded. Some of us more than others, he added silently, dread roiling in his stomach. If the eggs had permanent effects, there would be risks as well. There were always risks.

“They didn’t just send us down there as a test,” Valyn went on, amazed. “Even for the Kettral, a trial that could end in half the class dead and the other half crippled for life is a little severe. They needed to send us down into the Hole. Those eggs didn’t just cure us.”

“They changed us,” Talal agreed. “Not in major ways, but slightly.”

“That explains why our ’Kent-kissing instructors were always one step ahead,” Valyn realized, a jolt of indignation riding up his spine. “They always knew we were coming. The Hull-buggered bastards could hear us half a mile away.”

Talal nodded. He’d had more time to come to grips with the fact, and the corner of his mouth turned up in the tiniest grin. “They’re bastards,” he agreed, “but they’re clever bastards.”