“I’ll stick to using Connection tricks for languages, thank you,” Moonlight said, spreading out the rubbings she’dtaken.
“That’s cheating.”
“Another word for a clever shortcut,” Moonlight said. “Is TwinSoul here? I think we’re going to need some mathematics.”
“Lily and I will go and grab him,” Codenames said, carrying her dog and slipping away into the back rooms.
Marasi had watched the exchange with bafflement, but rather than focus on what she didn’t understand, she turned her attention to something she did. One of the maps was of Scadrial—the entire world. A more detailed map than she’dever seen, far more extensive than the official surveys—it even included the dark parts of the unexplored islands and landmasses to the south.
If that was Scadrial, then what were these other maps? Rusts. How many worlds were out there?
There’s always another secret,she thought, remembering her catechism as a child studying the life of the Survivor.
A short time later, Codenames walked back into the room with an elderly man. He looked… well, ancient, judging by the long powder-white mustache and the liver-spotted skin, which was a deep tan. He wore a formal suit in the Bilming fashion, so… maybe he was from her land? But he also had a short beard with mustaches—a style she’dnever seen a man wear in Elendel. Though he stood tall, not the least bit bowed by age, he did seem a little unsteady on his feet—since he gripped the doorframe as he stepped through it.
“Ah,” he said, pressing his palms together. “A guest! Welcome to our home, honored guest. Let me get you something to drink.”
“TwinSoul,” Moonlight said, “we are on a deadline to—”
“Deadlines are no excuse for rudeness,” TwinSoul said. “I am TwinSoul, and you are…?”
“Marasi,” she said.
“Lady Marasi!” he said. “Excellent.” He immediately turned toward what Marasi assumed was the kitchen. “How do you take your tea?”
“Um… mint tea, if you have it. With lemon?”
“Excellent!” he said again. He soon returned with a plate bearing a cup and an array of nuts and fruits. “Please enjoy.”
She felt guilty making someone so old wait on her—but at the same time there was a certain forcefulness to how he offered the refreshment. It reminded her of her aunt, who would be far more offended if you didn’t accept a drink. So Marasi took the cup and a handful of nuts.
“Now,” TwinSoul said. “What have you brought me, Moonlight? Curious, curious.” He stepped over to the table and surveyed the rubbings—stretching out his hands and resting them on the table.
Marasi stepped up, curious. There was something odd about his hands that she hadn’t noticed earlier: a line of crystal. Embedded in the skin, running along the outsides of his fingers and wrists—almost like a seam on a glove. It was pinkish-red, like rose quartz. The man leaned down, and she saw lines of similar crystal appear from beneath his collar, growing up the sides of his neck and temples. Crossing his skin like little rivers of liquid.
As she watched with amazement, these tendrils expanded from his temples, formingspectacles.Completely made of crystal, the lens parts more transparent than the rest. Asecondset of lenses, smaller, formed in front of the others—giving him extra magnification.
“How…” Marasi said, glancing at Moonlight. “How does he do that?”
“I fear,” TwinSoul said, pulling tight one of the rubbings, “that such information is not lightly shared with an outsider, even an honored guest. I must trust that Moonlight thinks this is acceptable for you to see, but I apologize. I will not explain without leave from our leader.”
“It’s an emergency,” Moonlight said, lounging against a bookshelf with her arms folded. “I had to risk bringing her in.” She glanced at Marasi, and seemed to be hiding a smile at Marasi’s visible wonder.
She’s not as worried about my visit as she implied,Marasi thought.She sees this as an opportunity to intrigue me.
It was working. TwinSoul arranged the various rubbings, then raised an index finger. Two lines of crystal grew up the outsides of that finger and formed into anib,like a fountain pen. He absently unscrewed a small jar of ink, then began taking notes.
“What is the emergency, Moonlight?” he asked.
“Autonomy is moving on a much faster timetable than we believed,” she explained. “One of these charts lists explosions—once assumed to be due to railway construction. We’re hoping you could correlate that with the hotspots of enemy activity we’ve been monitoring, to find a likely entry point to the caverns.”
“Ah yes,” TwinSoul said. “Silajana says he would be happy to aid in this. Kaise, would you fetch the appropriate binder?”
“Sure thing,” Codenames said, bounding off to do as she was asked. With Marasi’s help, Moonlight pulled over a long table and arranged some of the rubbings on it. They left the circular table at the center of the room empty for now, though Marasi couldn’t guess why.
As TwinSoul took notes, he absently created a cup from the same rose-colored stone, then filled it from a water jug at the side of the room. When he was finished drinking, he set the cup on a plate—and the stone disintegrated into fine powder, which then eventually vanished. A short time later, he made a thin knife blade on one finger and cut out a specific section of the rubbing.
When Codenames returned a short time later, TwinSoul was settled at the table—on a crystal chair he had created. Marasi fidgeted and checked the wall clock. They’dspent almost half an hour here so far. She didn’t know how tight their deadline was, but given what they’ddiscovered, waiting was unnerving.