“Surely you Northerners understand the meaning of the word ‘promise,’” he said, looking at her through the holes in his mask. “I have the authority to negotiate for their return to us.” He leaned forward, his hands on the table, and looked straight at the governor—who leaned away, his eyes widening.
“If you use them,” Daal continued, “then I demand that they must be turned over to us next, for use during the disaster ofourchoosing. A compromise, yah? If you wish to avoid war, but also use these Bands, that is theonlysolution. You get this chance. We will also get a chance. Deal?”
All eyes in the room went to TenSoon. The kandra had validated the treaty and had become keepers of the relic. It appeared the others thought he could agree to this, and Steris supposed he was as close to an arbiter as they had.
“Harmony is preoccupied,” TenSoon said, “but our time is tight. So I will agree to this if the humans do. The Basin may use the Bands right now. But they revert to the Malwish.”
“Do it,” the governor said. “If it could save the city… I agree.”
It was not the best situation for a negotiation, and Steris wondered how badly they were being played. Daal must see this as the perfect opportunity to get what he wanted. Regardless, she still didn’t understand why TenSoon thought this might work. Yes, the Bands made a person a powerful Metalborn, but Daal acted as if they could win wars on their own—and TenSoon had this distant expression. He met her eyes.
“What?” she asked.
“We believe,” he whispered, “there is a way to transport objects large distances using a conflux of Metalborn powers. It is a thing Harmony doesn’t yet understand himself. But I wonder… if someone feeling the transcendent power of the Bands… could solve the puzzle.”
Fascinating. She took notes.
TenSoon opened the box to present the Bands—which were in the shape of a large spearhead, made of multiple bands of different kinds ofmetal. The governor nodded for Adawathwyn to take them. She reached in and touched them, her eyes alight. She picked them up, held them for a moment, and frowned.
“How…” she said. “How do I activate them?”
“It was natural for Wax,” Steris said, walking over. She hesitantly poked the Bands, and felt nothing.
They passed them around, letting everyone try. Finally TenSoon took them, his face scrunched up in thought. Then horror followed. “They’redrained,” he whispered. “Something has happened… How…?”
Without their power, the Bands of Mourning were essentially just a heavy piece of history. Like a statue’s broken arm.
The governor gave a groan of despair and leaned back in his chair, squeezing his eyes shut. Salvation had just flitted away on butterfly wings. Steris couldn’t help wondering what she was missing. She’dnever anticipated this. The Bands could be drained? By whom? And how?
Daal stepped forward and touched them with one finger. “It’s true,” he muttered. “What have you done? Have you been using these in secret?”
“What?” Adawathwyn said. “No! We haven’t seen them in years, not since the treaty!”
Daal picked up the Bands in one hand. “I will return them to my people.”
“Wait,” Steris said, standing. “That wasn’t the deal.”
“Wasn’t it?” he said. “You had your chance to use them. It happens they are useless to you. Now we must have our chance. I wonder if it ispietythat makes them work, yah? Or if maybe I am right, and you’ve been using them all along. Our scholars will know if you are trying to pass off some fake.”
Steris looked at him and had the distinct impression that was… a prepared speech? Yes. She prepared words to say even in common conversations. His mannerisms felt practiced, rehearsed. But surely she was wrong. He couldn’t have beenpreparedfor this?
Unless he’dknown the Bands would be drained. Unless he’dcome to Elendel looking for a crisis that would make them call on the Bands, so he could offer his deal. And then…
“I don’t know if I can allow this,” the governor said.
“I don’t know that we can forbid it,” TenSoon growled back. “You agreed.”
“Ah,” Daal said. “Perhaps your Faceless Immortals can actually be impartial? Curious. I had not believed it.”
Daal took the Bands’ case from TenSoon, who growled low and dangerous—but let it go.
Steris watched with an odd feeling of disconnect. This was… this was some kind of Malwish ploy, completelyseparatefrom the tensions at Bilming. Which made it a problem for another time, when they weren’t being threatened with extinction. The Bands were not the solution today. But there was a secret here that eventually she would like to tease out.
The ambassador walked to the door, but paused there, the Bands under his arm. “I did promise you passage, Governor. If this cityisdoomed, as you all think, then… if you wish, any of you may join me now. I will drop you at a safer location.”
“I’ll go,” Adawathwyn said immediately. She snatched her things off the table.
“Maybe…” the governor said. “Maybe we’re wrong. Mistaken somehow about this danger…”