Part 32 (1/2)

With a snap of the G.o.d's fingers, Pug was suddenly wearing a clean, fresh robe.

'The food?'

Another finger snap and Pug was no longer hungry. 'With rank comes privilege. We can talk while we travel. We have a lot to see.'

Another finger snap and they were somewhere else.

It was a void, but not like the one he had experienced when he had destroyed the original Tsurani rift at the end of the Riftwar. This felt different. Rather than the absence of anything, this place felt as if they were surrounded by everything, but in a fine powder, compared to which the finest mote of dust was grotesquely large and coa.r.s.e. 'Where are we?' Pug asked.

'We are in the fourth realm below, or what your poets, dramatists, and not a few clergy called the Fourth Level of h.e.l.l.'

Thinking of what he had glimpsed through the portal to the fifth circle when Macros had battled the Demon King Maarg, and what he had seen of the second plane the Dasati plane he said, 'This is not what I expected.'

'Nor is it what you would have encountered millennia ago, had you cause to visit.' Pug detected an odd tone in the G.o.d's voice, a note of regret. 'This was to the Dasati world what their world is to yours. There were beings living here, Pug, a little more civilized by your standards than the demons, but not by that much. Still, they had a society, or rather a great many of them, for they were spread far and wide throughout this universe, much as humanity is spread throughout our realm.'

'What happened?'

'The Dark One,' said Ban-ath shortly.

'What do you mean?'

'No one knows, or at least no one I know does, and I know a lot of people... billions in fact.'

Pug glanced at the source of the voice, expecting to see Nakor again, but there was nothing but void all around him. 'What am I seeing?'

'A plane of reality so devoid of life that it has been reduced to a fine primordial grit, a place where every single bit of reality has been equally distributed across the entire volume of this reality.'

'How is that possible?'

'In an infinite universe, anything you can imagine is possible somewhere, probable, even.'

'Then this entire realm is completely devoid of anything beyond this... fine dust?'

'Well, nothing is eternal, or at least we'll never know. Even the G.o.ds as you think of us have limits on their perceptions and existence. It may be that for some reason or another two motes will b.u.mp into one another and bind, and eventually a third will join them, and that attraction will continue as it pulls more matter into a sphere. Eventually all that is here will be pulled in and when it reaches a certain level of density-'

'It explodes,' said Pug. 'And a new universe is created. It's what Macros showed us-'

'In the Garden by the City Forever, when the Pantathians trapped you, Macros, and Tomas was there with that dragon, yes, I remember.'

'You remember?'

Laughing, the G.o.d of Thieves said, 'I orchestrated it!' His tone turning serious, Ban-ath added, 'You may never fully understand, nor may you ever forgive me about which I care nothing but many of the pains you've suffered and the wonders you've observed have been part of a much larger plan, one that has been preparing you for what you must do now.

'Seeing that image of how your universe began was merely your first lesson in appreciating just how vast things are, and how important what you're about to do is. For you must do something that you would have been unable to until now. You had to see a universe born, watch people die including those you've loved, travel the Hall of Worlds, and do so many other improbable things, Pug, because you must undertake even more arduous and challenging tasks and make decisions no mortal should ever have to make.'

'What decisions?'

'In time. Right now you must learn more.'

'We're not really here, are we?'

'No. We're still in your room, actually, and you're sitting quietly on your bed staring into s.p.a.ce, but for the sake of what comes next, think of yourself as being on an amazing journey.'

Ban-ath snapped his fingers.

There was a flash and suddenly they were in a different reality, one in which ma.s.sive chunks of rock and debris sped past at great speed. This time Pug saw a, sky that was more akin to what he might expect of the Dasati universe, a place of colours and energies vivid to the eye, but beyond human senses. But here there were vast curtains of colours with ma.s.sive flows of energy pulsing across their surfaces, and he knew he was witnessing something incredibly distant. Sheets of scintillating colours, red, purple, violet, and indigo s.h.i.+mmered impossible distances away, covering incalculable areas in the heavens. A giant rock the size of a mountain tumbled past, energy dancing across its face, sending jets of magma erupting into s.p.a.ce. A vast distance away, stars illuminated the vault of the sky, though there were far fewer than in the night skies at home.

'Where are we?' asked Pug.

'This is the third realm, most recently occupied by the Dark One. As you see, he left enough big pieces behind this so that level of reality has a chance to reform a little more rapidly than the realm we just left. There are corners of this universe where life still exists, a few minor civilizations in fact. They may even endure long enough to reach out to other worlds.'

'Why is there less destruction here?'

'A variety of reasons,' said Ban-ath. 'As you have no doubt noticed the states of energy are much higher in our realm, the so-called first realm, which by the way is considered the first circle of h.e.l.l by those who live in the realm above us.'

Pug laughed. 'It's a matter of perspective, I guess.'

'Very much so.' Ban-ath's tone turned sombre. 'You have been cursed as much as blessed, Pug of Crydee. More than any mortal since Macros.'

'I'm beginning to understand that.'

'Macros was an imperfect vessel, our first attempt, and in many ways he was a poor choice.'

'Why?

'The things that made him so easy to manipulate: vanity, arrogance, and a fundamental distrust of others. You on the other hand were a new soul, untroubled by so many of the things which marked Macros in previous lives. You are the result of a conspiracy of G.o.ds, for we had need of you.'

'Why?'

'Because you are a weapon, of sorts, and a tool, and you bring the one thing to this situation that no G.o.d can: humanity. We are slaves to you as much as being your masters, Pug. The relations.h.i.+p between the G.o.ds and humanity is one of a fair exchange. We provide expression for your deepest beliefs and needs, and you give us form and substance.'

'Why you?' asked Pug. 'If I had been asked before which G.o.d would be responsible for restoring things to this realm as they should be, I might have suggested Ishap, for balance is crucial. Or among the lesser G.o.ds, perhaps Astalon, for his justice, or Killian for her nurturing of nature. But you?'

'Who else?' said Ban-ath, giving a deep rumble of a laugh. 'Macros thought he was somehow working for the lost G.o.d of Magic, Sarig, and Nakor thought he was the instrument of Wodan-Hospur, the lost G.o.d of Knowledge.' He paused. 'You've seen only a tiny aspect of the G.o.ds, Pug, but you've seen more than most. And you've heard more, from people like Nakor and Jimmy.

'You know that even the memory of a G.o.d, or a G.o.d's dream, or a G.o.d's echo can take on form and substance, and can act as if the G.o.d were still present.

'I am here presenting to you an aspect of myself, providing an illusion to instruct you, but I am also at the same time listening to a thief in Roldem who is about to be found out by the City Watch, begging me to intervene. I am watching a man lie to his wife as he leaves to meet his mistress, who lies to him about loving him while taking his gold to give to her lover, a thug who doesn't quite believe in me, but who grudgingly leaves a copper once a month in the votive box in my shrine in LaMut, just in case. I am also listening to the pleas of a gambler about to lose his last coin and who will be beaten and killed later tonight when he can not pay back the gold he borrowed from an agent of the Mockers in Krondor when the Upright Man makes an example of him. I am sitting with a merchant who has placed gold in the hands of one of my priests to beg me to keep my wors.h.i.+ppers away as he s.h.i.+ps valuable spices from Muboya to the City of the Serpent River. I hear every prayer and answer them all, though most of the time my answer is ”no”. I also see every act done in my name, and an endless series of possibilities for every choice made. Humanity speaks to me constantly, Pug.

'All know me by a different name, or guise, or aspect. I am the G.o.d of thieves, and liars, and gamblers. But I am also the G.o.d of those who undertake impossible quests, and hopeless causes. And that is why it is I who acts on behalf of the G.o.ds of Midkemia, for if there was ever a hopeless cause it is stemming the advance of the Dread into our world, Pug.

'There are rules and they bind the G.o.ds as much as they bind mortals, and Astalon and Killian, Guis-wa, and Lims-Kragma for all their powers cannot ignore those rules. The laws of the universe say that we are confined to this realm, that no matter how important and puissant we may be in this, our realm, in other realms we are trespa.s.sers and hold no sway. So then, who better to enter the other realm and effect change than me?'

'The G.o.d who ignores the law, and breaks the rules,' said Pug.

'Yes,' chuckled Ban-ath. 'The Trickster. The Cheater. Only I can do what needs to be done, for it is as much my nature as it is the scorpion's nature to sting that stupid frog to death!'

Suddenly they were standing on a hill, on the edge of a bucolic valley through which ran a stream where fish could be seen jumping.