posted on May, 3 2017 @ 12:36 PM
68 - Wrath of the Seeress, part 2
“Your Grace, I cannot resist it!” Galicarr’s voice was strained, and he moved slowly. In the back of her mind she admired his desperate, but
futile, struggle against the Command.
Rage exploded inside Siere’s head, but her teacher's voice came to her mind: You must never lose control. Aomm has given you more power than you
can possibly imagine. Never, ever allow yourself to lose control.
She Worked caan to force Galicarr gently to his knees, then she bound him securely, even as he continued to unwillingly struggle. She never
took her eyes off the Bearer, whose expression of triumph had now been replaced with horror.
“You foolish girl. You continue to choose the unwise path,” she said through gritted teeth. She Worked a surge of tamborae, and the young
woman was blown back and up against the wall, held suspended and spread-eagle, her feet several inches off the floor. Siere pressed the bonds of air
down on the Bearer’s chest just enough to make her work to breathe, but not enough to suffocate her.
“How many? How many men have you abused?”
“I’ve heard about you. You are insane! Everyone knows it!”
“You can confess to me, or you can confess to Elder Poliara. One way or another, your mistreatment of our men ends tonight.”
“I have done nothing wrong,” Casera snarled. “They deserve it! They are just animals! They need to know their
Siere gritted her teeth. She had not wanted it to come to this. She could not let Galicarr struggle much longer, or his heart would give out.
Already his face was red and he was covered in sweat. He would die unless he was released.
“Release Galicarr, Casera.”
Siere Worked ashu, pulling up a memory of a woman caught in a fire, then she pushed the memory onto Casera's mind. The Bearer screamed, deep
in her throat.
“Release Galicarr!” Casera shook her head, pursing her lips. She had begun to perspire on her forehead and her skin was red, reacting to the
memory Siere had given her.
Next she pulled the image and feeling of tikri – venomous arachnids – crawling all over Casera’s skin, dredged up from another memory.
She shoved it into Casera’s brain. The young woman’s eyes went wide in panic and she struggled against her bonds, shrieking in terror.
“I will kill you! I swear it!” She spat at Siere.
The next memory was a woman attacked by Mons Rosian raiders who did not have kir. Then it was ges’etaaken. Then it was the venom of
the kinnic. Then it was dingalaat, small flying reptiles that attacked large prey in flocks, each tiny bite containing a small amount
of venom that, when compounded by hundreds of bites incapacitated the prey with pain.
The girl was weeping and moaning, trying to avert her eyes away from Siere.
“Release him, Casera, or I will see you tried for murder!” After a few moments, the Bearer closed her eyes and clenched her jaw shut.
Damn! Siere thought, he is running out of time! Indeed, Galicarr’s struggles were growing weaker, and he gasped for breath, but still
he fought against the restraints Siere had wrapped around him.
Siere reached inside herself for another person’s memory, and created the sensation of water filling the Bearer’s throat and nostrils. She
started to choke and cough, her body convulsing in spasms. Siere let the seconds stretch as Casera struggled against the memory. Finally, she
“Release him, Casera.”
The Bearer’s voice was weak. “No.”
She was out of options and out of time. This should have worked! Why is she being so stubborn! She rolled the dice on one last desparate gamble.
She pulled up Gaalen’s memory of Casera’s visit, taken from his kir, and sent it hammering into Casera’s mind. The Bearer’s eyes grew
wide again, then she shut them tightly and thrashed, her head shaking from side to side. “No! No! NO!”
When the full memory was upon Casera, Siere moved close to the Bearer, who was still pinned to the wall by unseen bonds. She leaned in, her mouth
close to Casera’s ear, and spoke softly.
“I have used tamborae from sunup to sunset nearly every day for over a decade. I can show you a thousand and one acts of terror and
violence. I can continue this for days. Can you?” Siere looked into Casera’s eyes, and finally saw what she was looking for. “Release
him, Casera. What I have to show next you will not be so gentle.”
“Galicarr, I release you. You are free from my Command.” It was barely above a whisper, tears streaming down her cheeks, her entire body red as
if she had been sunburned.
Siere released the bonds around Galicarr, who slumped to the floor, exhausted.
“Good. Now we can begin again,” Siere said. She released the Bearer from the wall, and the girl crumpled in a heap, sobbing. Siere knelt down
next to her and spoke quietly. “This is what I want from you, child. First, you will release Lord Captain Braeghe from the Command you placed on
him, and you will do it in my presence. Second, you will never abuse another man. If I find out you have, you will crawl to the Council of
Elders naked and leashed to suffer their judgment. I will insist you be given like for like treatment befitting an apostate, and let me assure you, I
am an expert in Temple law. I will get what I ask for. Finally,” she said, “You work for me. You will bring me a summary of the days’
business with Elder Poliara. Every day. In person. If you fail me, Casera of Ynilak, you will go before the Council. Do we now understand
The weeping Bearer nodded wearily.