Re: Part 57 - Leaving Charyk
Tahirah is quiet for a moment. Safe within the shrouded depths of her hood, she's biting her lip anxiously. She wasn't given to explaining her pronouncements. Noone asked. She said what she knew, and people worked with that. She was Tahirah. Her name, of course, but it had grown to be something of a title, as well...
She had said what she had said because she knew. Because it felt right. To be asked to explain how she knew...where it came from, what it meant... How was she supposed to know that? There were any number of good - even accurate - fallback answers that explained little, but she had the feeling that in this case, with these people, those would only result in her advice being discarded.
If she had anything, truly, to offer these people...it wasn't her ability to read the cards. Not alone. It was her ability to read the world that shaped them. To take too little information, and find a pattern within it. To, as Ferenc once put it, be given X+2, and know it equalled five. Much as she was confidant that though he left the table, Dorian would still hear everything that was said there...
So she sat quietly for a moment as she was questioned, and let more attention than she liked gather around her. She could feel it, almost like static. How did she know? What, in fact, did she know?
"Their outer purpose in seeking Charyk - our Charyk - was given to you by the message," she replies, remembering. "`Harbonah has a tracker', hunting for you. Whatever the General was told, her purpose there was you. Had the weapons been the target, they'd have come here. Or to any other Charyk, apparently, where the Sword and the Staff remained. Not ours, where one was missing, the other shattered. To conquer, or to quell? Again, they'd have begun elsewhere. Our Charyk looked inward, not out. To defense, not conquest. There was time, yet. It could not have been a more important target than, perhaps, here - a Charyk with the potential, and now the inclination, to become a powerful ally against them. Indeed, this, and many other Charyk's, must be a better strategic target, in all ways save one." She pauses a moment, and closes her eyes as she watches the threads tie themselves together. She speaks almost without hearing herself. "You, and the Army, were drawn to our Charyk by threads of fate long since woven, cinched tight in the passing of time. Your Berd, the General's Broken God, our Staff shattered and reforged into many Rods. Your Company - the Defenders of Worlds - one of your own stolen and turned...to be the General of your enemy. All of these were once one. All remained one. It could not have happened in any other way."
"The battle at Charyk had to happen. This is a truer purpose than that held by Harbonah. Of his, I can only guess. I would suppose that to have been distraction and delay; perhaps a hope for your downfall. As a distraction from his hidden plan, his strike to this Amber, it could little fail. Had she won, you would have been greatly weakened, perhaps scattered or destroyed. Had she lost, you would have been left victorious, and victors wish to celebrate. That she was recovered...I do not think can have been Harbonah's intention, but would have been even better distraction, if not for the chance falling of the news of the hidden plan. I think there was no other choice; but in Harbonah's mind, I suspect it was nothing more than a feint."
"Harbonah's gain in the death of the General..." The hooded figure turns slightly, to face towards Cyan. "He could not trust her. And how could he, when you lurked within?"