Chapter 138: * Fires that Burn

The trip back to Amaranthine was uneventful; the group of us, including the covered cart with our precious cargo, caught up to the army on the second day, and then proceeded to leave them to head slowly back to Amaranthine as we continued at a faster pace back to the Vigil. Nathaniel was going to meet with his sister in the city, and then join us back at the Vigil a day or so later.

The plan was for the army to stay around Amaranthine for a couple of months in case the escaped sentient darkspawn caused problems in the area, before they headed back to Denerim. The Wardens, too, would stay until we could confirm that the ‘Thaw’ was progressing normally – and until we caught both the Architect and the sentient darkspawn, if possible. That also allowed enough time for Soldier’s Peak to finish the renovations.

On the last day of our trip, I was reflecting on just how much things had changed in Thedas because of my knowledge. And while I was generally happy with the outcomes – the Mother, dead before she could build an army to destroy Amaranthine or the Vigil; the Architect, if not dead, at least limited in how many darkspawn he could turn, thanks to a lack of Grey Warden blood; the Archdemon dead without destroying Denerim; Cailan alive and on his throne, finally being the King Ferelden needed – I was also anxious. The Architect was in the wind. Justice would never merge with Anders – but what did that mean for Kirkwall? Leliana would not become the Divine’s Left Hand – and the future Divine was currently the Grand Cleric in Ferelden. What would all of the changes mean? Will I come to regret some of them, if the future doesn’t work out as well as I hope?

When we approached the Vigil late in the afternoon after four long days of travel, we discovered there were more changes than even I had predicted. The first clues that something had happened while we were gone were the plumes of smoke visible from the road. We had been sauntering along, knowing we’d make it well in time for supper, but when it became clear that something was burning, as a group we turned and sprinted the last mile until we came within sight of the walls.

I’ll never forget the image of Anders standing on the walkway above the walls, a veritable torrent of fire roaring from his fingertips as he roasted a handful of darkspawn that had been clawing at the gates. There were no more live ‘spawn visible, but piles of still-smoking ashes scattered around the perimeter made it clear this hadn’t been the first group they’d repelled. I counted six recent fires, each with enough ash to account for probably a dozen corpses, if they’d been piled properly before being burned. It’s sad that I’ve seen enough piles of burning darkspawn to know that.

The mage greeted us with a cheerful enough shout that my anxiety was immediately abated; if the ‘spawn had breached the walls, if people had died or Faren worsened in our absence, it would have been obvious from his tone. “Aren’t you glad I had Jowan teach me that fire spell?” I chuckled, remembering more than a few burns and missing eyebrows travelling between Orzammar and Redcliffe. The gates swung open when we got close, to see the combined forces we’d left at the Vigil assembled and waiting in the courtyard, though there were fewer soldiers present than I would have expected.

Anders jogged down the stairs to join us as a group of soldiers with shovels headed out the gates. They had the practiced look of people who’d done this before, and indeed they began shoveling ash away from the gates with little fuss. The mage didn’t stop or even say hi before grabbing Solona, lifting the petite blonde off her feet and planting a fervent kiss directly on her lips. I snickered and leaned into Alistair’s side, watching with amusement as Aedan fidgeted, clearly impatient for a report but unwilling to step into the middle of the reunion.

Finally, laughing, I broke up the increasingly passionate demonstration. “Alright, alright, get a room already! After you tell us what in the Void is going on around here!”

Slinging an arm around Solona’s shoulders and gesturing for us to follow him, Anders led us through the gates. “Three days ago the attacks started. At first I thought it was just random – small groups of darkspawn, maybe this Thaw we’d been warned about? But it was too persistent, and with each attack, the numbers have increased.”

Sigrun, weaving between groups of soldiers in the courtyard, popped up in front of us with a weary half-smile. She nodded her head in greeting, then joined in Anders’ report. “They got smarter, too. They’d coordinate attacks on opposite sides of the Keep to see if we could handle two groups at once, and they’d try a different area each time – like they were looking for weaknesses.” The usually perky dwarf looked troubled. “I didn’t know darkspawn did that. The attacks weren’t hard to repel, but Anders and I have been taking turns staying awake so we’d have warning when the attacks were coming.”

Those of us who’d just returned from the Dragonbone Wastes exchanged anxious glances. Finally Aedan asked something that had been on my mind since the gates had swung open: “Where are the rest of the soldiers we left behind? And the Legion?”

Anders’ drawn-out sigh was the next sign that something else unexpected had happened. “We got messages from Amaranthine that they’d been attacked as well. The gates were holding, but some of the local farm people had been trapped outside, and the guards were hard-pressed to keep the city safe. We made the decision – with Varel – to send most of the soldiers back to reinforce the city. The last messengers this morning reported a few uncoordinated attacks, but the city is fine so far.”

“And Trevian decided to take the Legion and see if they could find where the darkspawn were coming from.” Sigrun frowned. “They left here two days ago. I was sort of hoping you’d have run across them on your way back.”

I shook my head; we’d certainly seen no sign of dwarves on our travels.

“We’ll find them, Sigrun.” Alistair patted her shoulder reassuringly, and I smiled gratefully at him.

“How’s Faren?” I was almost afraid to ask. I’d confronted my feelings about what had happened before we’d left, but knowing that my guilt was irrational didn’t stop the sick feeling in my stomach when I thought of my friend lying unconscious in his room upstairs.

“No change,” Anders rushed to interrupt Sigrun, who’d opened her mouth to reply. The interaction was odd, and for the first time I felt a strange tension there I hadn’t expected. “I haven’t exactly had a lot of time to research a cure, and Gerrin left with the rest of the Legion.”

“At least he isn’t worse.” I shook my head sadly, and felt my brother pat my shoulder softly.

“There’s something else you should know.” Anders’ tone made my shoulders slump. What now? What else could possibly happen? We all waited for a moment, looking at him expectantly, while he turned to glance to the side. “I couldn’t wait; if I’d waited until you got back to make the decision, it would have been too late.”

He gestured, and an unfamiliar elf approached wearing somewhat tattered clothing. I wondered if he was one of the servants, but Nate’s staff were all well-dressed, and I was quite sure I’d never seen him before. I wasn’t about to make the same mistake I’d made with the Weisshaupt Warden by assuming anything, so I just looked at him blankly. He didn’t stand out in any way, with unkempt, shoulder-length brown hair, ruddy skin that had seen more than a few sunny days, a nose too large to be traditionally attractive, and a mouth slightly too wide. His expression seemed to denote irritation, at best, and the lines around his face made me think the expression was rather permanent.

Anders waved his hand in the elf’s direction. “This is Vander. The soldiers who went to Amaranthine sent him back with a patrol.” The mage stared at us expectantly; I looked from him, to Vander, to Aedan and Alistair ... who were looking at the elf with surprise. Clearly I’m the only one not getting it.

And then it occurred to me that I could not only see that sour facial expression – I could feel it. He’s a Warden! What the hell?

“Explain?” Aedan demanded, shifting his gaze between the elf and the mage.

“He w-” Anders began.

Vander interrupted. “I think I can speak for myself.” Anders winced. “I was tainted, and this shem offered me the Joining. I survived.” He scowled. “Just so you know, shemlen, just because you are the Warden-Commanders, doesn’t mean I trust you. I didn’t have a choice about Joining, but I won’t be treated like a slave.”

I stared at the elf, open-mouthed; Anders’ strained smirk and Sigrun’s grunt of irritation told me this wasn’t the first such conversation he’d had. Oh great, he’s going to be the resentful kind. Had to know we’d get one eventually.

To my surprise, both Seranni and Zevran stepped forward from where they had been listening behind us. Zevran’s back was stiff, his expression artfully blank – I could tell he was feeling quite defensive.

Seranni, on the other hand, smiled warmly. “I think you’ll be surprised,” she tried to reassure him. “There are several of us elves that are Wardens, and we’re all treated like equals.”

He sneered down at the blonde. “Us? Several of us? Since when do the Dalish see those of us from Alienages as equals? I’m just a flat-ear, isn’t that right? Your reassurances mean nothing more to me than those of this shem.” How he was able to maintain his ire in the face of Seranni’s pout, her eyes filling with tears as she turned away, I’ll never know.

Zevran reached out, clamping a hand around the Vander’s upper arm, turning to gesture to Wulf, who nodded and grabbed the elf’s other arm. “Please excuse us, Commanders, cara mia; I believe I feel the need to show our new brother around the Vigil.” Aedan nodded, stunned; I almost giggled at the look of outrage Vander shot him. “Perhaps we shall start with the ramparts, yes?”

We all watched in shocked silence as the two elves dragged the newest Warden away; I could only hope Zevran didn’t mean to throw him off the ramparts, if he kept up his behaviour. Aedan dismissed the rest of our group to go unpack and clean up, with a pointed look thrown at Conrad, who nodded and headed back to the cart; Aedan, Alistair and I stayed with Anders. We turned to look at the mage as everyone scattered. His cheeks were pink as he stood ruefully pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers.

“I know, I know. He was too sick to be so ... feisty, when I offered him the Joining. If I’d known...”

“What in the Void, Anders?” Aedan sounded more tired than outraged. I sympathised.

Anders sighed again. “From what the patrol told me, a bunch of farm workers got trapped outside the city when the darkspawn attacked. The guards wouldn’t risk opening the gates with ‘spawn right outside. Everyone fled into one of those abandoned houses outside the gates, but the darkspawn followed them. Vander picked up a sword from one of the fallen hurlocks, and defended the whole group of them until the army arrived. He was tainted in the fighting.”

The mage gestured, and we followed him slowly inside. “By the time he reached here, he was delirious. I couldn’t risk waiting, and I couldn’t stand the thought of just letting him die after everything he’d done. He saved a handful of people from certain death – and two women from being taken as Broodmothers. What should I have done?”

Anders led us towards the hallway that held our quarters, weaving through groups of bustling servants and soldiers. “It wasn’t until he woke up that I realised how much he hates humans. He’s been a total complainer ever since. I actually thought Trevian might kill him at one point – apparently he thought that the dwarves would be more sympathetic, or something. I think it’s half the reason the Legion left.”

“Any idea what his story is?” I was curious. After meeting Dariel, I was more than aware that the life of an elf in the Alienage – especially in Amaranthine – wasn’t a very happy one. I wondered what had happened to make him so bitter.

Anders shook his head. “Let’s hope Zevran finds out before he pushes him off the roof.”

I chuckled, and the smirks on my brother’s and husband’s faces told me we’d all had the same thought. I felt sorry for Vander for all of a second, before I remembered that Zev and Wulf had been fighting and travelling as hard as the rest of us had, and thanks to our newest ‘brother’, they weren’t able to relax and clean up like everyone else. I’ll probably have more sympathy later, once I learn his story, big softie that I am.

Finally arriving at our rooms, I bid goodnight to Anders and my brother, then dropped my pack on the floor inside the door of the suite I shared with Alistair. “Love?” I bit my lip, pondering how to approach my husband with what I wanted to do next.

He smiled at me and leaned in to kiss my forehead. “I know. I’ll go get food and then run us a bath; you go see Faren.”

I should have known. “Thank you.” I cupped his cheek, grateful again for having such an understanding, incredible man in my life. “I’ll join you in the bath as soon as I can.”

“I’ll be waiting.” He winked at me, leaning in to whisper huskily, “Don’t take too long.”

I grinned at him and swatted his behind playfully; he would barely have felt it, given his armour, but he squeaked adorably and I giggled all the way down the hallway to the Wardens’ quarters.

I found Sigrun in Faren’s room, slowly dripping water into the dwarf’s open mouth and massaging his throat so he would swallow; I sat down beside her with a sigh, watching the former Legionnaire work. He’d actually managed to at least maintain his weight, if not gain back what he’d lost while being held by the Architect, so it was clear she’d been doing a really good job.

Sigrun smiled at me as I sat down. “No change, obviously.” She put aside the skin she’d been pouring water out of and turned to look at me. “How are you feeling?”

I considered. “Mostly fine. I don’t think I’ll ever not feel guilty for this, but I’m starting to accept it wasn’t totally my fault. I’m mostly angry the Architect got away again,” I complained.

“What happened?”

I told her about our mission – the two Broodmothers we’d slain, as well as the Mother and her Children. “But there’s still a bunch of sentient darkspawn out there somewhere – presumably they’re responsible for the attacks here and the city – and the Architect. I don’t even know where to start with dealing with all that.”

She patted my hand. “I trust you – and the Commanders. You’ll figure it out.” She looked down at Faren’s sleeping face, his beard scraggly and unkempt, his hair getting long and unruly; her expression was wistful, a strange mix of longing and affection that surprised me given how short their acquaintance had been. “You’re lucky, you know. Not just for escaping, but for having people who will always come for you.”

I nodded, wondering where she was going with the conversation. “I am very lucky.”

She looked at me again with an earnest, intense expression. “I doubt you even know how much. You should have seen Commander Alistair, when he found out you’d been taken. I’ve never seen a man so ... distraught. It was like watching him burn from within. He didn’t sleep, barely ate; just kept driving us to dig deeper, keep going, push ourselves to find you. It was like he was possessed. And when we found you...” She trailed off, staring off to the side, eyes blank as she remembered. “He wouldn’t let anyone else near you. We offered to help take care of you, clean you up and help with things, but he refused. He was so focused, so intent ... he carried you the whole way, rode with you in his arms, bathed you and dressed you.”

I blushed, thinking about the things he would have had to deal with while I was out. There would have been bodily functions no woman ever wanted her husband to have to help with ... I grimaced.