Rhethis Eipoth 371
To Maila, Mistress of the Lyceum of Knorr
We fear that unpleasant news provokes Us to send thee this missive, Lady.
As thee well know, We were compelled to send forth thy husband, the honored Lord
Atlan of Knorr, to Our mainland realms of Nesortania and Glystaene, there to
deal with certain disturbing events which vex Our citizens in the north. We have
been receiving regular reports from the field, as We are aware that thee have
been receiving reports of a more personal nature. These dispatches ceased
without explanation four weeks ago.
This very morning We did entertain at Our court a young man in shocking
condition, who bore Us troubling news. This man was known to Us as Ihdare
Kelderam, squire to thy Lord Atlan. He was bloodied and soiled, and nearly mad
with a dark fear which seemed to possess him entirely. He did come before Our
august throne atremble, there to tell a tale which We would think unbelievable,
were it not for the reports which brought thy husband to the north.
He did say that on the fifty-second day of the march, Lord Atlan's army entered
the Valley of Tresimaen, in the former lands of Dericost. Upon ascending the
heights, a most notable phenomenon was witnessed by the assembled host. The
entire valley floor, from the town of Cannthalo in the northeast to the peak of
Zemal in the southwest, was enfolded in a darkness most unnatural. Though the
sun shone but slightly past its apex, Tresimaen seemed to cup shadow as if it
were water. Only a few tall trees could be seen rising clear of the pitch, from
which angry whispers seemed to issue forth. At this spectacle, the host became
unnerved. Atlan bade the army march back out of the valley, to make camp on the
plain below. There he set a strong watch and lit bonfires.
Squire Kelderam's tale became disjointed at this point, We regret to say. As the
night progressed, she claims the moons and stars faded and went out. By the time
Alb'arel was to have risen, the watchfires on the northern perimeter began to
struggle and die, as if damped by an unseen hand. He claims that insubstantial
patches of darkness, like black fog, flowed through the camp. The boy described
it to Us as “a mist which ate light.” Bleak laughter and whispering could be
heard from all quarters. Atlan roused the chevairds and soldiers of the army at
once, with cries that they were besieged. Yet, no enemy could be seen.
Kelderam then tells Us that the black mist did coalesce before Lord Atlan. The
torso of a man, trailing off into insubstantiality at the waist, formed. A
cluster of smaller forms, solid and giggling like mad children, stepped out of
the roiling darkness behind it. These appeared as full-bodied boys and girls.
The large being did point to Atlan, and say something in a language Kelderam did
not recognize. Thereupon the small forms rushed to attack thy husband with fists
and feet, and the Lord was obliged to defend himself with the sword Rez'arel.
The squire saith that Atlan smote all sent against him, as the army was cut down
around him. Screams were heard, and men and women disappeared in scores, nought
to be seen again. Only Atlan held fast, the fiery light of Rez'arel holding the
shadows at bay. Kelderam stayed by thy Lord's side for some time, I gather,
until a hoarse roar was heard in the unnatural dark.
At this the girl broke down entirely at Our feet, and could only scream of a
black winged form, whose horrible eyes drove her to flee in terror. Lady Maila,
We are saddened to admit that Lord Atlan's fate seems bleak.
There is a darkness in this girl's mind, Lady. It is not within the power of a
sovereign to order it out. Therefore, We have commended her to the care of the
Elders of the great cathedral on far Ithaenc. We have sent lone riders north to
investigate further, in the hope that one or two may evade notice where a legion
did not.
We know of but one survivor of almost twenty thousands. This is an unnatural
magic, of a sort not seen since Our ancestors resisted the vile intentions of
old Dericost. Our entire northern army has disappeared into the night. This
distresses Us mightily. Rest assured We will do all in Our power to avenge the
loss of Atlan, who was Our friend, cousin, and most trusted captain.
As ever, We remain at your disposal. If We may be of any comfort to thy
Ladyship, do not hesitate to seek Us.
Yours in sympathy,
Caerlin, Emperor of Yalain
Found in the Serec Vault