Cassie looked up from the tablet, “Do you think this is Magnus talking? Writing on clay tablets seems like too much work just to keep a diary.”
“No idea,” I said. “Do you think he’s seeing people from the Cabal?”
She shook her head, “Who knows? I guess I’d better get back to reading.”
Taking a breath, she continued, “I am not the only one. There are more. I don’t know how many, but I’ve seen them—two for the first ti ten years ago in Uruk. The man was a soldier. I don’t think he recognized , but a woman appeared a few weeks later. We talked for a ti and then she left, but not before reminding that we’d talked before more than one hundred years ago. That was when I was wandering and before I ca to Uruk.
“I had them watched when they were in the city and when they left. Two months after seeing them, my n told where the man and woman had gone. They had gone north across the rivers and into the mountains. My n in other cities found that there were others like them who traveled to and from a village called Iduka. I sent n to Iduka to find out what they did there and whether they left. None of those n returned.
“When I learned that they were missing, I traveled to Iduka with seven of my soldiers. It was a small village. The houses were built out of reeds except for one house made out of clay bricks. After we ca to the village, the man who owned the clay house ca back from his fields with his servants.
“‘You must go,’ the man said, ‘or the n will co from the mountains and kill you.’
“I told him that I feared no one and that if they ca I would fight them. He said, ‘You will surely die now because here they are.’ In that mont, I saw them walking down the streets toward us, the man and woman I’d t, but also others, all of them of great size.”
“That sounds like the Cabal,” Jaclyn stepped closer to Cassie to look over her shoulder at the tablet.
“It gets better,” Cassie said, “Listen to what he does next: I told them that I feared no man, and that if I fought them and lost, I’d be their slave and if they fought and lost, they’d be mine. They laughed but agreed. I fought them one by one and by the ti I’d beaten four they declared that they were my slaves. Then I asked them why they were coming to kill us and if they said they’d been told to do so by their forr lord.
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“They led us to a great cave in the mountains and there I fought their forr lord and beca his lord as well. I asked him why he had told them to kill us and he explained that the cave was the cave of their masters and that their masters were gone, but that they would return.
“I asked them who their masters were and they said that their masters were not n, but ca from the sky. I asked them if their masters were gods and they said they did not know. They knew only that they were not n but could take the form of a man if they chose.
“I asked them more questions, but they knew no more than that and seed content to serve until their masters ca back. The cave contained all manner of strange riches—not only coins but tools that no man could make. Among their possessions was a recipe for a potion that could make so n stronger and ageless. They called it the drink of the gods.
“From then on, they served and my power and influence grew among all the peoples of the world. Every man I t after that beca my servant whether they knew it or not. Well, all n save one.
“Once when I visited the city of Ur, I passed a man riding in a chariot. He carried not one sword, but two. When I saw him, I felt ill and knew that should he notice , I would die. I have no understanding of how I knew this, but since then I have sotis heard whispers in my mind that I have ignored.”
Cassie put down the tablet and looked over the rest of them. After a little while, she turned toward everyone and said, “I think that’s everything—everything we care about at least. The rest of the tablets are stories about how he beca more the power behind the throne in different city-states and grew his army of powerful n and their children.”
“Is there anything more about the whispers?” I stepped closer to the desk to look down at the tablets.
Cassie turned back toward them and shook her head, “Nothing. I looked and not just for that. I have a gut feeling that the guy in the chariot with two swords is Lee.”
I nodded, “He does like fighting with two swords or two daggers.”
Isaac Lim had walked over to the other side of the desk, “It wouldn’t surprise . Our files on him show hundreds of possible identifications in the historical record.”
Lim’s voice reminded not to go any further in talking about how the whispers and ill-feeling when Urin of the city Uruk passed Lee in the street hinted that Urin might be connected to the Artificers or the Cosmic Ghosts. While I didn’t quite feel ill, the one ti I’d encountered an Artificer that wasn’t Lee, I’d recognized her in exactly that way.
Kee had later told I’d have to wait a thousand years to develop the associated abilities that ca with that heritage. It struck , though, that if the Surian civilization ca together six thousand years ago, Urin had all the ti he'd needed and more.
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