Chapter 174: Rat
Chapter 174: Rat

Scurry scurry.

Food smell. Bread smell. No human smell.

Creep creep. Sniff sniff.

No human smell. No cat smell.

Run!

Nibble nibble. Cheeks bulging. Eat faster. Nibble nibble gnaw gnaw gnaw.

Door slamming. Trap! Cage! Hand reaching, grabbing, pressing down.

Thrash! Bite!

Metal shining, rising high, coming down.

Squeak!

Thud.


"Tsk tsk, Piri," said Cassius when I entered Flicker's office again.

I was still a glowing black ball, but who knew how much longer that would last? I was pretty certain that I'd bitten the cook who grabbed me and beheaded me with a cleaver. Please don't let me have given her mad-dog disease. Please don't let me have given her the plague.

Cassius shook his head sorrowfully. "At this rate, in a few lives, you're going to drop back down to a bird."

Whew. I was expecting him to say "Green Tier." To be honest, being a sparrow hadn't been so bad. I recalled the feel of wind flowing over my wings, of gliding across the sky with Stripey. If only Bobo could have flown with us.

"You don't seem nearly as concerned as I thought you would be," Cassius observed. "For someone who's spent her lives clawing her way up the hierarchy by any means imaginable – and many unimaginable – you are remarkably blasé."

Pay attention, I scolded myself. You can't afford to daydream when you're dealing with Cassius.

I dipped a low, contrite bow, brushing the top of Flicker's head to encourage him while I was at it. Who knew how long he'd been prostrated on the floor, and that position had to be hard on his joints.

Heavenly Lord, if it is the will of Heaven that I reincarnate once more as a sparrow, who am I to complain? I couldn't resist adding, The Accountants are just.

The jab didn't perturb Cassius in the least. No matter how much the clerks revered the Accountants, to a god, they were no more than a higher class of servant. What could they do? Revolt and refuse to ply their abacuses?

"Are you hoping that reincarnating as a sparrow will allow you to see that peasant girl again?" I thought he was referring to Taila until he went on. "If so, best hurry and drop down the karma scale. The Goddess of Life will eliminate her sooner rather than later."

The Goddess of Life was behind the assassination attempt on Lodia? But why?

Not Aurelia? I blurted out. I mean, the Star of Reflected Brightness?

Savoring my shock, Cassius steepled his fingers like a villain from a marketplace play. Actually, marketplace play-actors would have done a better villain impersonation. "The Star of Reflected Brightness? My, my, that's quite an accusation. What evidence do you have against her?"

From floor level came a gasp. Cassius and I both surveyed Flicker, me with interest, Cassius with amusement.

"Because, you see, if you have evidence of malfeasance, I have a duty to warn my poor, besotted employee."

Flicker seemed to have stopped breathing. "You knew?" he breathed.

Cassius' fake benevolent smile was wasted on the nape of Flicker's neck. "But of course. I am, after all, Assistant Director of this Bureau. It is my duty to oversee the moral edification of my employees."

Clearly, Flicker's relationship with Aurelia had progressed much further than I'd imagined. The two had also been a lot less discrete than I would have expected from either of them. Had they truly believed that just because both were unattached and worked in separate Bureaus, Heaven would condone the pairing of a star goddess with a star sprite? Had Aurelia truly believed that they were safe from Cassius just because she was no longer his empress? If so, she was a lot more foolish than I'd given her credit for, and it was Flicker who would pay the price.

Nothing! I said loudly. I have no evidence of anything against the Star of Reflected Brightness! It was merely baseless assumption on the part of an ignorant soul far removed from the center of power. I am grateful that you have corrected my misunderstanding.

That was enough to distract Cassius from tormenting Flicker and to return his attention to me. Good. When it came to playing games with Cassius, I was much better at it.

I dipped another bow. Forgive me for wasting your time on idle speculation, Heavenly Lord. I interrupted what you were saying earlier about the Goddess of Life?

"What I was saying about the Goddess of Life…? Ah, yes, she is, unfortunately, quite incensed against that human girl."

Why? What has the human girl done to offend Her Heavenly Ladyship?

I avoided using Lodia's name. Cassius could find it easily enough if he wanted to sabotage her file, but I wasn't going to put it in his mind.

Cassius spread his hands. "You are aware, I am sure, that the Goddess of Life left this Bureau to form her own? She feels that, as Director of Human Lives, she should be the one with a temple network on Earth."

But that would be too easy to remedy!

"Would it?"

Yes!

All we had to do was add her image to the Kitchen God temple altars. If we kept adding gods, we might have to commission wider altars, but that was trivial. What was more complicated was updating the Temple's name. I had to consult with Katu on a good name. He was sure to concoct something appropriately grandiose. It would all be so simple to arrange – if only I had a way to communicate with any of my friends.

Cassius' sharp voice cut through my thoughts. "As easy to remedy as, say, re-casting me as the Divine Intercessor in your little theology?"

Sigh. I should have known that Cassius wouldn't want to share an altar with anyone else. Heaven forbid people remember that there were any other gods who mattered. So petty. So spiteful. But that was just Cassius, wasn't it?

You really haven't changed, have you? I thought. Even I've changed, but you are who you always were. I wonder – would casting you back into the cycle of reincarnation transform you into a better person?

Idle speculation that was best saved for later.

Heavenly Lord, if I might be so bold as to request a meeting with the Goddess of Life, I am sure that we can work out a satisfactory arrangement.

"Mmm, I shall think upon it. And now, it is time for you to move on to your next life."

From the floor, Flicker croaked with great daring, "CV."

Cassius shot a murderous glare at him. "Ah, yes, we need to review your curriculum vitae together, do we not? The formalities must be observed." He shuffled the pages, even though I was positive they had been in order to start with. "Soul Number 11270. You were reincarnated as a rat in North Serica, where you proceeded to steal food from starving humans, transmit plague to them, and severely injure the hand of the human who killed you to make into meat buns."

Did I earn any positive karma for feeding them with my corpse?

I had no real hope that it would offset all the negative karma, and Cassius did not disappoint me. "You did, but it was a pittance compared to the harm you did them. Oh, Piri, your true nature always shines through, does it not?"

I'll work on that, I said, annoyed enough to let it show.

"You do that."

And with an airy wave, he sent me splashing into the Tea of Forgetfulness.


In Flying Fish Village:

The typhoon came out of nowhere. One instant, the sky was bright blue and sunny and Bobo was racing a village boy up a coconut palm. The next, the sky curdled into grey glops that grew and grew until they coated everything from the mountains to the far side of the sea. The wind howled and shook the coconut palm so hard that the fronds lashed Bobo's sides and coconuts fell, thud-thud-thudding onto the beach below.

"What's happening? Is this normal?" she called at the village boy.

With his arms and legs wrapped around the trunk and his eyes squinched shut against flying sand, he shook his head. "No! I've never seen a storm come up so fast! The Dragon King of the Western Sea must be angry with us!"

"But why? What did we do?"

Since the oystragon's attack, no one, not even the villagers, had dipped so much as a toe, claw, or tail tip into the water. The children and Steelfang had been agitating to go swimming again, but the elders had held firm.

"Bobo! Kid! Get down at once!" called Floridiana's voice.

Bobo craned her neck all the way around and upside down to see the mage below, bracing herself against the wind. A sleek form swooshed past: Den, offering a ride to the kid. The boy transferred his death grip from the trunk to Den's neck, Bobo slithered down the trunk, and they all raced back to the village.

It was organized chaos there. Humans and spirits scrambled to take down their drying fish before the wind swept away the next years' worth of food.

A howl split the air. Steelfang was sitting on his haunches, head thrown back. "Listen up everybody! Her Imperial Majesty has an announcement to make!"

The villagers didn't stop what they were doing, but they did stop shouting instructions to one another.

Sphaera floated up in the air so everyone could see her. With her scarf and skirts whipping around her and the fur on her tails waving in the wind, she called, "Good people! This must be a dastardly second attempt to assassinate the Matriarch!"

Bobo nodded along. Yes, yes, that made sense. Of course the Dragon King was embarrassed by and angry over his failure. Of course he would try again.

Floridiana, however, sucked in a sharp breath. "What is that fox playing at?"

"What is ssshe playing at?" Bobo repeated, confused.

Before Floridiana could explain, one of the spirit guests from the mountains called, "Then all we have to do to stop the storm is offer her to him!"

"Yeah!" shouted some of the other guests.

"That," said Floridiana grimly. "That is what she's playing at."

At getting the demons to offer Lodia as a sacrifice to stop the typhoon? Where was the girl anyway? Bobo stretched herself up to her tippy tail and scanned the crowd.

"Where is ssshe? Where is Lodia?"

"I left Dusty with her. She'll be safe with him – "

A furious neigh pierced the wind. "Let us go, ruffians! Scoundrels! Dastards!!!"

A horde of demons thundered through the village, pushing along a bucking horse and the white-faced girl clinging to his mane.

Hand on her seal, Floridiana ran towards them.

Bobo raced after her, screaming, "Ssstripey! Ssstripey! Where are you?" before she remembered that he was a mortal crane now and couldn't do anything. "Den! Den! Do sssomething!"

Wingbeats sounded next to her. I'm here, said Stripey.

"Ohhhh, Ssstripey, they're going to offer Lodia to the Dragon King! We have to ssstop them!"

We will.

His certainty reassured her. "How?"

He jabbed his beak in the direction of the ocean. By doing that.

A bellow split the air. "Grow!"

Hanging midair between the village and beach, blocking the demons' path to the water, was a massive dragon. His body was as thick as a coconut palm. His horns rose through his mane like stag antlers. His scales gleamed and his fangs glinted.

"Halt right where you are!" bellowed Den.

The demon horde wavered. Those at the front slowed, and those at the back plowed into them. Dusty's neck darted out, and his big front teeth snapped down on a wild boar's ear. The pig squealed.

Sphaera's contempt tinkled through her laugh. "Do you fear the master of Caltrop Pond?"

A ripple ran through the horde: the demons preparing to charge Den. He was a dragon, true, and larger than each of them individually, but there were so many more of them.

Floridiana planted herself right under Den, seal paste dish open in her left hand, inked seal held up in her right for all to see.

In the breath before the demons gathered their resolve, the sun broke through the storm. A ray of golden light fell through a crack between the clouds.

Wait, it wasn't sunlight that was falling towards them. It was a star, glowing as bright as the sun.

"It's a messsenger from Heaven!" Bobo gasped. She raised her voice, "Everybody ssstop! It's a messsenger from Heaven!"

The star crashed to the ground right in front of her and flared so bright that it blinded everyone.

Under the cries and moans that followed, Bobo heard a familiar voice mutter, "Ow."

She opened one eye cautiously, then the other. "Hi, Flicker! Didja come to sssave Lodia?"

The star sprite who was Rosie's friend stopped in the middle of brushing off his robes. "Yes. I came to warn you that – " Then he spotted Lodia hunched over on Dusty's back, the demon horde surrounding them, Den and Floridiana blocking their path, and the typhoon winds that howled around them. "What in name of the Jade Emperor is going on here?!"


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A thought I just had…Cassius doesn't know that after death you no longer change Karma, right? He's hoping for a pandemic that kills scores of people and has a profound and massive impact on Piri's Karma…but it doesn't work like that; at most Piri gets hit for the people infected while she was alive. Which is a big deal, sure, but something tells me Cassius was looking for "Piri causes the Black Death, gets busted down to earthworm levels instantly".
 
A thought I just had…Cassius doesn't know that after death you no longer change Karma, right? He's hoping for a pandemic that kills scores of people and has a profound and massive impact on Piri's Karma…but it doesn't work like that; at most Piri gets hit for the people infected while she was alive. Which is a big deal, sure, but something tells me Cassius was looking for "Piri causes the Black Death, gets busted down to earthworm levels instantly".
As I see it it's basically the Earthworm thing all over again-she doesn't need to get bad karma, just held up in dumb animal lives without the ability to further her schemes and they'll expire and force her to start over from scratch. Once that happens ideally Heaven can move to claim credit and the system chugs on until the next time Piri can do something to shake things up…
 
A thought I just had…Cassius doesn't know that after death you no longer change Karma, right? He's hoping for a pandemic that kills scores of people and has a profound and massive impact on Piri's Karma…but it doesn't work like that; at most Piri gets hit for the people infected while she was alive. Which is a big deal, sure, but something tells me Cassius was looking for "Piri causes the Black Death, gets busted down to earthworm levels instantly".

Cassius would love for Piri to drop back down to an earthwork very, very soon. He expected her to earn enough negative karma from spreading the plague to drop two Tiers, but the Accountants' model is a black box. ;)

As I see it it's basically the Earthworm thing all over again-she doesn't need to get bad karma, just held up in dumb animal lives without the ability to further her schemes and they'll expire and force her to start over from scratch. Once that happens ideally Heaven can move to claim credit and the system chugs on until the next time Piri can do something to shake things up…

Cassius does enjoy trapping her as in dumb animal lives and seeing her frustration in between lives. For someone who lives and breathes scheming, it's one of the worst punishments ever!
 
Chapter 175: In Which Flicker Pulls Rank
Chapter 175: In Which Flicker Pulls Rank

So glad you asked, said Stripey grimly. The demons want to sacrifice Lodia to appease the Dragon King of the Western Sea.

Bobo expected Flicker to be shocked, but he did work in the Bureau of Reincarnation. Even if he didn't live on Earth, he saw enough of it secondhand through the lives of the souls he reincarnated. He knew what demons were like.

"Can you ssstop them?" she asked urgently. "You have to ssstop them!"

Flicker blanched. "You want me to confront one of the most powerful dragons in existence?! I'm a clerk! I don't do the whole – " he made some thrusting gestures, kind of like how Mistress Jek pointed a ladle when she was scolding her kids – "fighting thing!"

But you do come from Heaven, don't you? pointed out Stripey. You must carry some extra authority because of that, right?

Flicker winced and hunched his shoulders, like the Jek kids when they were being scolded. "Not really. I'm not supposed to be here. I, uh, may have snuck down…."

The demons facing off against Den were inching closer to him. They must have decided that there were enough of them to take him down. Uh-oh. Bobo had never seen him fight with his full strength, and she really hoped that he had some tricks up his mane.

Think! What could she do? What could her friends do? What could anyone do when they were outnumbered and outpowered?

Hmmmm. Nobody thought of Rosie that way – small, weak, outnumbered, and outpowered – but that was what she always was, wasn't it? In all the time Bobo had known her, Rosie had been either a mortal turtle or sparrow. Yet she'd found ways to command armies.

How did she do it? What would she do if she were here?

Oh, Rosssie, where are you? I miss you. I wisssh you were here, Bobo thought, but that was pointless right now. Rosie wasn't here, and they had figure out how to deal with all these demons on their own.

Bobo cast her mind over Rosie's many clever tricks. Sphaera would understand them better – the five-tailed fox was always following Rosie around and writing down everything she said – but Sphaera was part of the problem.

Think! What did Rosie do?

She always acted like she was important, like she had the right to order people around. She did a lot of prep work to set up dramatic scenes that she pretended happened on their own. She also pretended that the gods stood behind her. Actually, Flicker often came down to help her out with that. Like that time they had to impress Baron Claymouth. And that other time they had to impress the Kitchen God worshippers. And that other other time they put on a show of defeating Sphaera and her army.

An oil lamp lit up in her head. Flicker was here! Right now! Even if Rosie weren't here, with his help, they could pull off another trick!

"Flicker Flicker Flicker!" she cried, so excited that she forgot herself and slithered right up in his face. He stepped backwards. "It's ssso sssimple! You're not a clerk!"

"I'm not…?"

"No! Um, I mean, to them, you're not a clerk! You can ssstop them!"

"Uh…. And you want me to ssstop – I mean, stop – them how?"

"All we have to do is tell them that you're a messsenger from Heaven! Um, um, um, isssn't there sssome kind of rule againssst sssacrificing innocent people to ssstop a ssstorm?"

"Surprisingly, no. There isn't." Flicker's voice was very dry.

"There isssn't? Why not???"

"Because – well, it's complicated. But you see – "

He was going to start lecturing her, like Floridiana teaching her students, wasn't he? "Sssorry, you can tell me later! Right now we have to sssave Lodia!"

Flicker surveyed the scene on the beach again and sighed so heavily that Bobo could hear it over the wind. "Some kind of rule," he muttered, to himself, she thought. "Some kind of law, to scare them, to scare him into calling off the storm…. Oh!"

"Do you have it? Do you have it? Do you know how to do it???"

"Yes! I do! But for this to work, we'll have to get an emissary of the Dragon King of the Western Sea, or preferably His Majesty himself, to come up here."

"Easssy! We'll get Den to do it! They're both dragons, right? Doesn't that make them family? Sssort of?"

"Well, not really…."

On the side, Stripey muttered, Even if they were, have you seen some families?

"I'll go tell Den!"

With that, Bobo slithered down the beach as fast as she could, circling around the demons. One of the joro spiders heard rocks clatter, opened his mouth to hiss, spotted her, and did a double-take. Smart boy. She gave him an approving grin that made him scuttle into the crowd for some reason. Maybe she'd shown more of her fangs than she should have. Oh well.

"Den, Den!" she called, standing up on her tail tip. He lowered his head to see her better. His eyes were very big and very fierce. "We know how to stop the storm! But you have to get the Dragon King of the Western Sea to come up to talk!"

Den's lips peeled back from his teeth. "I can do that. You and Flori hold them here. I'll be right back." And with a flip of his tail, he dove into the ocean.


He wasn't "right back," but Bobo grew to her biggest size and grinned at the demons, and Floridiana brandished her seal at them, and they turned from an angry mob into a confused crowd. They didn't let Dusty and Lodia go, but they also didn't attack.

Some time later, Den popped back out of the water and told them that the Dragon King of the Western Sea was coming, and some time after that, the ocean split open all the way to a crystal palace so far down that Bobo could hardly see it. A parade was making its way up the path, taking its sweet time.

"Step aside, Caltrop Pond," ordered Sphaera. Her rosefinches had carried her litter all the way to the edge of the water. "As Empress of Serica, I speak for all who dwell on land."

"Absolutely not," Den snapped back. "This is a parley between dragon kings. It has nothing to do with you."

She gave him a smile that was sweet and innocent but somehow made Bobo's scales stand on end. "Who do you think he will prefer to parley with? The Empress of Serica – or an insignificant dragon from an insignificant pond in the middle of nowhere?"

Den ground his teeth. "This is dragon business. Stay out of it."

"Oh, I think not. This does, after all, concern one of my vassals."

Floridiana stepped forward. "However, historical precedent has it that…."

While they argued, Bobo whipped her head back and forth between them and the approaching parade. This was not good. Sphaera wanted to sacrifice Lodia. She was the one who had manipulated the demons into trying to sacrifice her. So Bobo couldn't let Sphaera be the one to handle the parley. She had to settle this before the Dragon King of the Western Sea arrived.

She slithered back up the beach to Flicker. "Can't you do sssomething about Sssphaera?"

"She does have a point. Unfortunately, technically Lodia is one of her vassals. As are the rest of you."

"No I'm not! I'm a vassal of Baron Claymouth!"

"But you've acknowledged her as the Empress of all Serica, haven't you? Which means that technically, she is the liege of your liege."

"Oh. Oh. But – but – " Bobo had never thought of it that way. She shook her head. "No. No. We can't let her be everybody's liege. It would be horrible for Ssserica."

"On that, we are agreed."

"Ssso can't you do sssomething?"

Flicker scratched the side of his head. "Well, I guess I am from Heaven. I'm not very good at it, but I can try pulling rank on her…?"

"Yep yep! It's worth a try!"

Flicker started to glow brighter and brighter, attracting everyone's attention. "Sphaera Algarum!"

His voice came out a little cracked. From nerves, Bobo thought, so she nodded encouragingly at him.

His chest rose and fell in a deep breath. "Sphaera Algarum, cease this unseemly squabbling at once."

"Unseemly – !" squalled the fox.

"Yes, unseemly. Look, of the gods and goddesses in Heaven, the only ones who insist on their authority are the ones who lack it. The truly powerful ones don't need to say a word."

Sphaera actually did look. At Flicker, at the demons surrounding Lodia and Dusty, at Den, and finally back at Flicker. Her cheeks turned as red as a pomegranate.

The demons cocked their heads and angled their bodies so they could see this new fight better. Seizing on their distraction, Dusty blew a pheasant out of the way and galloped back into the village with Lodia on his back. A few heads turned, but no one gave chase. Sphaera's nails started to lengthen into claws.

Flicker went on. "Do you think the Jade Emperor goes around Heaven saying, 'I'm the ruler. Everyone obeys me'?"

Bobo tried to picture it and couldn't. But Sphaera wasn't backing down yet.

Flicker followed up with, "Do you think Piri goes around, well, anywhere, saying, 'I'm the ruler! Everyone obeys me'?"

Hmm. Could Bobo picture that? No, not really. It was more the sort of thing Rosie would think, and that you could read all over her turtle or sparrow face. She decided not to point this out, though.

One by one, Sphaera's tails drooped to the ground. "You're the one who works for Lady Piri, aren't you? The one who helped with that fake battle outside Goldhill?"

There was a slight hesitation before Flicker said, "Yes."

"I see. I see." Without meeting anyone's eyes, Sphaera declared, "Very well then. Draconic matters are best left to the dragons. Do not fail me, Caltrop Pond."

In a swoosh of silk, she flounced back into the village, with her rosefinch handmaidens twittering after her.

Den's eye roll said it all.


If only the Dragon King of the Western Sea were as easy to deal with as Sphaera! He was the biggest dragon Bobo had ever seen in her whole life. He towered over the beach. Even though he wasn't flying, just floating on top of the waves, his horns rose higher than the tallest palm tree. His body was so wide that he could have lain down on and smooshed Den, Floridiana, and Flicker without noticing them.

Bobo watched in awe as they bowed to him without looking the least bit scared. She herself was up in the coconut palm she'd climbed earlier, partly wrapped around the trunk and partly wrapped around Stripey to keep the storm from blowing him away.

You don't want to be down there with them? he asked.

"Me?"

Down by the water's edge, the two sides started on some seriously complicated greeting protocol. How did anyone remember all of that, much less pull it off gracefully? She'd trip over her own tail and embarrass herself.

Yes, you. You've been with them from the beginning, haven't you? You have every right to be down there, negotiating with him, if you wanted.

Really? She did? But she was just a bamboo viper spirit from the Claymouth Barony. She didn't know anything. She didn't have any authority.

But when she pointed that out, Stripey said, Den is "just" the ruler of Caltrop Pond. Floridiana is "just" a traveling mage. Flicker is "just" a clerk. And Rosie was "just" a mortal turtle or sparrow.

Bobo was flabbergasted. But they were all so calm, so confident. They acted like they knew exactly what they were doing, especially Rosie. She'd never thought of any of them as "just" anything. Could she be like them too, one day?

She'd have to think about it.

"You'd be better at it," she told him. "And you've known them for as long as I have. You're the one who ssshould be down there with them."

He shrugged his wings. Best not to risk letting him find out about me. Weird, talking mortal animal, remember?

Oh, right. It was so easy to forget that he wasn't a spirit when he had the same personality he'd always had.

Down below, a crab spirit wearing a ridiculous gold helmet encrusted with pearls was giving a long speech, so long that Den was going glassy-eyed.

"Nope," Bobo decided. "I'd rather ssstay here and watch with you."

Maybe she had the right to be down there, talking to the Dragon King of the Western Sea, but she didn't want to be. She was happy right where she was.

Well, actually, she'd be happy once they got the Dragon King of the Western Sea to stop the typhoon and stop trying to murder Lodia.

As if he could hear her thought, Den looked straight up into the much larger dragon's eyes and asked, "Pardon me, Your Majesty, but may I see the authorization for this storm?"


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Sigh. I should have known that Cassius wouldn't want to share an altar with anyone else. Heaven forbid people remember that there were any other gods who mattered. So petty. So spiteful. But that was just Cassius, wasn't it?

You really haven't changed, have you? I thought. Even I've changed, but you are who you always were. I wonder – would casting you back into the cycle of reincarnation transform you into a better person?
My sister in shenanigans, you're the one who made him as bad as he is.
Cassius would love for Piri to drop back down to an earthwork very, very soon. He expected her to earn enough negative karma from spreading the plague to drop two Tiers, but the Accountants' model is a black box. ;)
He's going to be so surprised when he gets killed and ends up as a tapeworm.
 
Wreath of Friends + Happy Holidays! New

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Hi everyone! I hope you're all enjoying the holiday season! It's hard to believe that another year has flown by – I swear they go faster and faster.

A giant thank-you to all my Patreon supporters for coming on this ride with Piri! You can't imagine how encouraging and motivating it is to know that you enjoy her "true confessions" enough to back it. And, of course, thank you to everyone who reads or comments on her story – I couldn't do it without you!

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Chapter 176: Acting in Piri's Stead New
Chapter 176: Acting in Piri's Stead

The Dragon King of the Western Sea didn't have authorization from Heaven for this typhoon.

As soon as his long neck stiffened, Flicker knew they had him. Still, the dragon tried to play it off with a toss of his mane and a "Harrumph!" that blew the fronds off several palm trees, including the one that Bobo and Stripey were perched in. Flicker could hear the snake's "Eeeeeee!" faintly over the wind.

"What right have you to demand my authorization?" blustered the Dragon King of the Western Sea.

Den caught Flicker's eye and nodded encouragement. Flicker spread his feet and clasped his hands behind his back, pretending he was a star god. I come from Heaven, he chanted to himself. He's an Earth-bound dragon. I come from Heaven. He lifted his chin and tried to curl his lip contemptuously, the way his Assistant Director might.

"I am Flicker, star sprite and second-class clerk in the Heavenly bureaucracy," he pronounced. It wasn't his actual job title that mattered here, but his position as the representative of the apparatus of Heaven. "Dragon King of the Western Sea, I require proof of your authorization to foment this typhoon. Law W.652 states that no Dragon of any Rank shall cause any Form of Precipitation, including but not limited to Rain, Snow, Sleet, or Hail, to fall upon the Earth unless it be on the Roll of Authorized Annual Precipitation proposed by the Meeting of the Dragon Host and sealed by the Director of Weather. Furthermore, no Dragon of any Rank shall cause any Form of Precipitation to fall upon the Earth in any Amount or for any Duration of Time that is not expressly specified on the Roll of Authorized Annual Precipitation. Violation of this Law is punishable by Decapitation."

Floridiana was regarding him with her mouth half-open, but it was star-child's play to rattle off long sentences when you didn't need to breathe.

"Did the Director of Weather send you to retrieve my authorization?" demanded the dragon who obviously did not have it and hence was begging for decapitation.

Still channeling his Assistant Director, Flicker attempted a haughty laugh. It came out more like a fake cough. "Your Majesty, the Director of Weather is far too busy to bother with such insignificant matters as inspecting paperwork. If you have the authorization form, as I am sure that such an ancient and loyal dragon king as yourself must, it will be trivial for me to verify the seal and be on my way."

"If, however, you do not…," added Den, trailing off ominously.

The Dragon King of the Western Sea was too old and canny to show his discomfit. He flicked his tail dismissively. "I am sure it is in my office in my palace."

Flicker arranged his face into the expression that he was sure he wore every time Piri ran amok in his office. "Law W.652 Addendum B further states that a Dragon King discharging his Duties according to the Roll of Authorized Annual Precipitation must carry his Authorization Document on his Person at all Times so that it may be presented to any Heavenly Authority who may wish to examine it."

"That's to prevent us from abusing our power and summoning storms on a whim," Den translated helpfully. "After all, it would be terrible if we stole rainwater from another dragon king to benefit our own farmers. Heaven forbid we cause an unauthorized drought!"

Clearly no one had dared confront the Dragon King of the Western Sea in a very long time, because he actually looked flummoxed. At last, the reality of the situation percolated into his head, and the winds dropped and the storm clouds smoothed out. "Ah, of course," he said. "It simply slipped my mind. I am sure it will be trivial to find it in my office. I won't trouble a representative of Heaven to make the long journey down to my humble palace. I shall have one of my clerks deliver it to you."

"I would appreciate that, Your Majesty."

Flicker stepped back and watched as the two dragons bade each other a formal farewell, and the Dragon King of the Western Sea sank into the water. The clouds thinned to wisps against the bright blue sky, and the sun beat down once more.

When the last of the entourage had vanished, Floridiana asked, "Do you think he actually has it?"

Den snorted. "Nah. He'd have whipped it out on the spot if he did."

A slow smile spread across Floridiana's face. It wasn't a very nice smile. "I think we just made ourselves an ally, then."

"Flicker! That was amazing!" cried a voice. Flicker turned to see Bobo slithering towards him as fast as she could, with Stripey gliding alongside her. "How did you remember all that?!"

Suddenly realizing that they'd all been watching him act like an arrogant jerk, Flicker ducked his shoulders. "Oh, well, it was nothing. Clerk, remember? We had to memorize all the laws word for word to pass the exams."

"All the laws?" asked Floridiana. "Not just the ones for your own bureau?"

"No, we're not assigned to a bureau until after we pass the exams. So we need to know all of them."

"But how do you ssstill remember all of them?" Bobo pressed. "If it were me, I'd forget them as sssoon as I finisssh the tessst!"

No one had ever praised his memory before. "Weeeell, star sprite, you know? We have good memories. Plus I review them from time to time. In my free time."

"In your free time? Why???" asked everyone in unison.

"Because it's relaxing!"

As he spoke, though, he realized that it had been a while since he brought out the scrolls from the chest under his bed. Lately, he'd been spending every spare moment he could with Star. It was a good thing he did have a good memory, or he might have forgotten the weather laws. As it was, he'd probably missed a word here or there in his recital, but fortunately, the Dragon King of the Western Sea hadn't noticed.

Tonight Flicker didn't have any plans with Star. Yes. Tonight would be a good time to dig out his scrolls and review them. And since his dormmates would prefer to sleep, out of consideration for their rest, he'd bring the scrolls to the garden nearest her bedroom window, and if she happened to glance out of it and see him and come down to join him….

Anyway, said Stripey, didn't you come down here to warn us about something? That wasn't this typhoon, I mean?

In all the chaos, Flicker had forgotten the original reason that he'd snuck down from Heaven. "Oh, right! I came to warn you that one of the goddesses bears a grudge against Koh Lodia."

He was not expecting a lot of unsurprised faces.

"Yep yep!" chirped Bobo. "Rosssie told us already. Well, ssshe told Lodia. Actually, it was Floridiana who figured out who ssshe meant."

Stripey summarized, We already know it was the Star of Reflected Brightness.

"Shh!" snapped Floridiana. "Don't say the name!"

Flicker felt as if he were back in the typhoon, being lashed by the winds. "You think the Star of Reflected Brightness is trying to assassinate Lodia? But why?"

"'Caussse ssshe hates Rosssie! Who Rosssie usssed to be, I mean. Ssso now ssshe's messsing up Rosssie's plans the way Rosssie messsed up her life."

"I – that's not – No! She would never!" Flicker spluttered.

"She seemed convinced it was her," Floridiana said.

"No! Absolutely not! It's not her! She would never do anything like that. She's kind and decent and honorable. If you'd ever met her, you'd know how ridiculous you all sound right now."

For some reason, they were gawking at him as if he were the one who sounded ridiculous.

Den asked, in the tone of someone who was trying to keep open a mind that was already locked and sealed shut, "If it's not her, then who could it be?"

Flicker opened his mouth to shout the answer, then snapped it shut. He beckoned them to huddle around him and used his lips to shape the name.

The Goddess of Life? repeated Stripey, ignoring Floridiana's "Shh!" The one who gave Piri the right to keep her mind when she reincarnates?

Suspicious, secretive, selfish Piri had told them that much? Frankly, it surprised Flicker, but it did make his job easier. Keeping it simple, he explained that the Goddess of Life was now the Director of Human Lives, so she believed that she was the one who deserved the humans' offerings. To correct this error, she had decided to punish the Matriarch of the misguided temple.

"Oh! Ssso this is all becaussse ssshe wants more offerings?" asked Bobo when he finished. "But that's ssso easssy! All we have to do is add an image of her when we build our new Temple, and then people will have a place to make offerings to her!"

When she put it that way, it all sounded so tawdry.

But it's the Temple to the Kitchen God, pointed out Stripey. We can't just put another goddess on the altar.

"We haven't painted the sssign yet. Does it have to be the Temple to the Kitchen God? Can't we jussst rename it?"

"We already wrote the official text. It doesn't say anything about the Goddess of Life," objected Floridiana.

"Can't we add a sssection?"

"That's not a bad idea," said Den, earning a glare from the person who would have to write that section. "Well, it would be a lot easier than setting up a separate temple to every god or goddess who wants one. And I can guarantee that they're all going want one."

"So much work," moaned Floridiana. "So much writing."

It's not like you're teaching, Stripey told her drily. You have time.

"You're all missing the most important part!" Flicker broke in. "Gods don't like to share! How are you going to convince the Kitchen God that he should start sharing his offerings with every god or goddess who tries to murder his Matriarch?!"

Silence. They obviously had not considered that point.

"Maybe we ssshould ssstart another temple? To the Goddess of Life?"

Floridiana turned on Bobo. "Do you have any idea how much time and resources it took just to get this one off the ground?!"

Anthea, Stripey said all of a sudden. The Kitchen God is her patron god. Maybe she can talk him around.

"But what's in it for him?" Floridiana pressed. "Why would he agree to split his offerings?"

Another silence. This time it was a glum one.

"Rosssie will know!" cried Bobo. "We just have to find Rosssie and asssk her!"

We don't know where she is.

Reincarnation. Work. The long line of souls in his waiting room. Flicker felt the beginnings of a headache. He had to get back to his office before he was caught outside it during work hours.

A scaly tail tip nudged him. "Flicker, where's Rosssie now?"

He debated citing privacy regulations, then gave up before he even started. "She's a rat. In North Serica. Stop! There's no point in going to find her now! The Assistant Director revoked her right to keep her mind when she reincarnates, so she wouldn't recognize any of you."

Their horror echoed Piri's. "And you went along with it?" demanded Floridiana.

Flicker flung up his hands. "I'm a star sprite clerk! What do you expect me to do?!"

"It's okay," said Bobo determinedly. "We jussst need to find her and protect her. If ssshe lives a hundred years, ssshe'll awaken, right?"

"But she won't have all her memories," Den said grimly. "She'd be a new person, in a sense."

"Oh. Hmmm. Hmmm. There mussst be sssomething we can do! Flicker? Pleassse? Ssshe's your friend too, isssn't ssshe?"

Was she? Flicker had never thought about it. To his surprise, he realized that somewhere along the way, she'd turned from a troublesome soul he had to reincarnate to someone he enjoyed seeing, even when she made him tear out his hair.

It was why he'd come down to warn her friends about the Goddess of Life, wasn't it? Because it was what she would have wanted him to do.

Well, if the Dragon King of the Western Sea ever mentioned this intervention to anyone, Flicker was already in a lot of trouble. What was a little more?

"Fine, fine. I'll see what I can do."

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Chapter 177: The Nobodies in Heaven New
Chapter 177: The Nobodies in Heaven

Delicious smell. Sniff sniff. Fresh bread. Fresh buns. Fruit. Sugar. Meat. Must eat.

Scurry scurry freeze.

Shadows? No shadows. Footsteps? No footsteps.

Scurry scurry scurry.

Scary smell. Why scary? Just scary. Gone now.

Scurry scurry scurry.

Hot bread. Crunchy, then soft. Fluffy. Nibble nibble nibble. Crumbs falling. Must eat them all.

Munch munch munch. Sweet fruity smell inside bun. Eat eat eat eat eat – steam! Hot! Bubbling liquid!

Lick paws. Lick lick lick lick lick. So good. Sweet and thick. Like berries but not like berries.

Scary smell again! Right above! Freeze.

Look up slowly.

Giant black monster. Giant black paws. Giant pointy teeth. Giant sharp claws. Run!

Run run run!

Pounce.


Glitter's sense of humor was in serious need of repair, I decided when I regained consciousness, my sense of me, in the archival box. That furry black monster who'd attacked and tortured me to death before presumably leaving my mangled corpse on the baker's bed had been Boot. I was sure of it. Which meant that Glitter had reincarnated me in the North Serican bakery that doubled as the cat spirits' spy school.

Why??? I screamed uselessly at the Superintendent of Reincarnation.

I could almost see her sour, wrinkled face, her malicious eyes. Because it was funny, she'd say with no hint of amusement.

Or maybe it hadn't been Glitter who'd selected the spy school for my latest home. Maybe it had been Cassius, toying with me as if I were one of his courtiers. I gnashed my teeth. No, wait. I didn't have teeth. With great effort, I ground together two fragments of my recoalescing soul.

This had to end. I had to find something that Cassius wanted, that only I could give him (that was not my soul's suffering), in exchange for a return to the status quo. The problem was that I knew so little about Heavenly politics that I had no idea where to start. I'd have to winkle intelligence out of him this time.

Except that this time, the one time I actually wanted to see Cassius' face in Flicker's office, he wasn't there.

Hey, Flicker! Where's the Star of Heavenly Joy?

The clerk rubbed his temples, mussing his hair and making it stick out like fluffs of starlight. "The Assistant Director was required elsewhere."

Hope bubbled up in me. Had Cassius gotten bored of tormenting me? If so – So if he isn't here, does that mean you can go back to reincarnating me with my mind?

Flicker didn't look straight at me, but at a point behind me. Unless the door had developed fascinating new properties in the minute or so since I entered the room, that was not a good sign. Just in case, I checked. Nope. It was still just a door.

"Piri...I can't. I'm sorry, but I just can't."

I promise I'll pretend to be mindless. I won't do anything that a normal rat wouldn't. I've gotten plenty of practice!

"I know...but he'll find out. He could be watching you at any instant. One slip, and he'll know."

I don't know how he dared revoke the Goddess of Life's decree in the first place. I can't imagine she wouldn't feel insulted. Seems like he's throwing in her face that she was wrong.

Flicker crooked a finger. I floated closer, and he huddled over me. "He didn't dare," he breathed. "He paid her a visit beforehand to request her permission."

Oh, did he now?

That was important information about the power dynamics between the two bureaus, or at least the two gods – if only I could find a way to leverage it.

I want to meet with the Goddess of Life.

Flicker recoiled so hard that he knocked his chair backwards. On instinct, I zoomed forward to grab him before he could hit his head – only to remember too late that I didn't have wings or a beak or claws or anything I could use to grab him. Instead, I crashed into him right as he threw his body forward. The impact flattened me against his chest, and over we both went.

"Owwww," groaned Flicker.

Sorry! I peeled myself off him like a burnt scallion pancake. Are you all right?

He groaned again but staggered to his feet and righted his chair, which I took to mean that he wasn't seriously injured.

"You want to meet with the Goddess of Life?" he whispered. "Why?"

To win her over to our side, of course. There must be something she wants. If I can talk to her and figure out what it is and give it to her, then I can get her to back off from assassinating Lodia and express displeasure that Cassius revoked her decree. Win-win-win all around.

Flicker gulped. "I don't – I can't – I'm just a clerk, Piri. I can't just approach a goddess, much less a goddess who's the Director of another bureau. There's no protocol for it!"

Ah, protocol. I'd loved court protocol during the Old Empire. It had provided such a clean framework to circumvent – and such a convenient excuse for saying "no" when it suited my purposes.

Flicker, you're not just any clerk. You're a clerk who's – at his flinch, I changed what I'd been about to say – who has close ties to the Star of Reflected Brightness. When he opened his mouth, I whirled in place. No, don't give me that. You can't keep this sort of affair from your staff. I'm sure all of Heaven knows by now.

"That's impossible! We're careful. We're discreet. We only meet in the gardens when no one is around."

The gardens. I laughed. And does that "no one" include the gardeners? The boatmen? The runners taking a shortcut?

He fell silent.

Look Flicker, it was always going to get out. Now that it's out, use the power it gives you.

"I'm not you, Piri!" he burst out. "I don't know what to do, what to say! I don't even know where to start!"

Then hide me in your collar and I'll tell you what to do and say. C'mon, let's go now.

"I can't just leave work!"

You do it often enough.

"Yes! And I received an official reprimand last time! Glitter nearly peeled off my skin!"

That was a surprisingly gruesome image when the target was someone I cared about.

"Speaking of which, I really need to get you reincarnated before the souls pile up in my waiting room and someone reports me. Again."

I sighed. I could take it up with him next time. Rats, at least my rats, never survived for long. Fine. But you're reincarnating me with my mind this time, right?

"I'm doing no such thing!"

Aww, come on, Flicker. I'm a good actress. To demonstrate, I dropped onto his desk and did a credible imitation of scurrying. Believe me, that was no easy feat when you were a ball of light.

"No. I can't risk it."

Awww, Flicker, pleeeease? Pretty pretty please? With a bowl of shaved ice and heaps of taro balls and sweetened red beans on top?

But no matter how much I wheedled, he stood firm. In the end, I dunked myself in the Tea of Forgetfulness. It seemed more dignified – and more kind – than forcing him to do it.


And does that "no one" include the gardeners? The boatmen? The runners?

Piri's words echoed through Flicker's head so loudly that he couldn't focus on what Star was saying. His eyes darted around the garden, seeing a spy in every shadow. A rustle in the willow leaves: the Master of Rain's one-legged bird, taking a break from drinking the ocean dry. A hop under the potted chrysanthemums – the Jade Rabbit out for his midnight snack. Distant shouts from the canals – the imp boatmen transporting crates of meat and vegetables to the palace kitchens. Now that Flicker was looking for people other than the gods, he spotted them everywhere.

How many of them were watching him right back? How many were rushing off to report his nighttime stroll with Star to their superiors?

How many already had?

" – distracted tonight," he heard her say, and he wrenched his gaze away from the star child jogging across a bridge.

"Sorry, I was thinking about – " He stopped, not wanting to mention Piri. It was a surefire way to ruin her mood.

"Thinking about what? Is it anything I can help with?"

In the bright white light from the Palace of the Moon, Star's face looked as pale and translucent as banquet porcelain. She wasn't nearly as breakable, but he still didn't want to burden her with his worries about their relationship, where it was going, how long it could possibly last now that it was public knowledge.

So he substituted a different, plausible concern. "It's just work. Our new Assistant Director is much more, um, hands-on than the last. Our Bureau has been going through an adjustment period."

Too late, Flicker remembered who his new Assistant Director was – or rather, who he had once been to Star.

"Ah, I think I understand. Anything in particular that he's doing that requires...adjusting to?" Her tone was a touch too light.

What could he tell her that wouldn't upset her more? If he admitted that the Star of Heavenly Joy hovered over him, criticizing his sloppy paperwork, his laxness with the souls, his general lack of efficiency, and threatening to demote him or dock his pay or even fire him – if he told Star any of that, she would blame herself for her ex-husband's spite when it wasn't her fault at all.

Choosing his words with care, Flicker said, "Well, of course the Assistant Director has the final say in what souls reincarnate as, and where, and other details like that, but usually – in the past, I mean – they've left those decisions up to Glitter." He searched his memories for when the ancient star sprite had begun working at the Bureau, but quickly gave up. For all he knew, she might have been there since its inception. "She's been the Superintendent for longer than anyone remembers. But the new Assistant Director likes to have more direct input, so...."

"He's horrible to work with on the Committee of Directors and Assistant Directors too!" Star's vehemence shocked him. There was nothing diplomatic about her choice of adjective. "No matter what I propose, he has an argument for why it's not feasible. And he has a knack for explaining it in so reasonable a tone that it sounds like it makes perfect sense – of course he's right, why would you ever have thought otherwise? – but then afterwards you think more closely about what he said and none of it makes sense! I swear he invents statistics, but when you confront him, he insists that you must have misheard him and he denies it all, and he moves the conversation on to a different topic so smoothly that you can't – and everyone just lets him, because it takes too much energy to fight with him – and I hate being in the same room as him!"

She broke off, breathing in quick, shallow gasps. In the moonlight, her headdress quivered. The strings of gemstones that hung from it clinked.

On an impulse, Flicker reached for her hand and squeezed it. "It's all right. It's all right." Her fingers were shaking, so he rubbed her arms, then pulled her in for an awkward hug. If, as Piri had said, all of Heaven already knew about the two of them, then a public embrace shouldn't scandalize anyone.

For a moment she stayed stiff. He was about to drop his arms and step back when she relaxed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she mumbled into his chest. "It's so – so – spoiled of me to complain, isn't it? I'm like an empress whining that court protocol is too stifling when peasants are starving in the countryside."

"Well," Flicker said as lightly as he could, "I wouldn't say any of us clerks are starving to death. Just...grumpy."

"Resentful" might have been more accurate. Why did the Star of Heavenly Joy have the right to drop into their midst and upend their workflow? Just because he'd died so spectacularly on Earth that the gods had deified him as recompense?

"The Accountants hate him too, you know," Star told him. "You don't have to pretend he isn't awful. I hear the whispers. I know everyone who's ever worked with him hates him."

"The Accountants hate him too?" That came as a shock. "I'd have thought they were powerful enough to – to – for him to not, uh, supervise them so closely."

It was a cardinal rule in Heaven: Don't offend the people who hold the purse strings and audit your finances.

"Mmm. He accused them of an arithmetic error that not even the tiniest star child would make, remember? In order to demote her from Green Tier to White?"

How could he forget? He was the one who reported the irregularity – no, the injustice – up the hierarchy, culminating in the Goddess of Life granting Piri's wish to keep her memories when she reincarnated. How much of that had been the Goddess' need to placate the Accountants? he now wondered.

Another thought struck him. "If they're angry about that, shouldn't they be absolutely furious at Lady Fate for moving a soul up a Tier to reincarnate as a human early?"

"You mean Marcius? The soul who used to be Marcius, I mean? Oh yes, they're livid."

But Flicker hadn't heard of them launching an audit against Lady Fate. He heaved a long sigh. If even the Accountants couldn't hold the gods responsible, then what chance did mere clerks stand?

Still, he couldn't bear to see Star so miserable. "Someone will do something," he said, as much to himself as to her. "Surely they won't allow things to continue like this. Someone will step in soon, I'm sure."

That drew a teary laugh from her. "Shh. From your lips to Lady Fate's ears. The last time people prayed for deliverance from Cassius, she sent Piri."

Flicker opted not to point out that this time, when people in divided, war-torn Serica again prayed for deliverance from their troubles, Lady Fate had again sent Piri.

It didn't take an Accountant to spot the trend.


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Hrrrm.
Interesting.
It sounds to me rather the like the hands that do are sick of the heads that lead in the Heavenly Bureaucracy. Fate has the power to throw everything tits up as she demonstrated with Piri, Cassius is a fustrating dick who is simultaneously too dumb and too cunning, and as I recall, Life is…
Hrrrm.
Life I would describe as weak-willed? Jealous? Self-interested? Probably that last one-I don't get a strong sense of Agency from her, just a product of the culture around her- she wants power and glory but more then she's earning, and I would argue as she is she doesn't merit any more then she's getting even if she wants more.

It's…I need to read Journey to the West properly some day, but it makes me think a bit about Sun Wukong's stint in Heaven.
First he got a job he liked but the lack of prestige turned it sour. Then he wrecked the place until he got akin that gave him respect…But didn't give him enough to do to keep him from getting bored.

I feel like if you could figure out a way to balance both for most people the society you could create might win everything forever until/unless someone tweaks it and breaks the harmony but actually doing that is the tricky bit.
 
Hrrrm.
Interesting.
It sounds to me rather the like the hands that do are sick of the heads that lead in the Heavenly Bureaucracy. Fate has the power to throw everything tits up as she demonstrated with Piri, Cassius is a fustrating dick who is simultaneously too dumb and too cunning, and as I recall, Life is…
Hrrrm.
Life I would describe as weak-willed? Jealous? Self-interested? Probably that last one-I don't get a strong sense of Agency from her, just a product of the culture around her- she wants power and glory but more then she's earning, and I would argue as she is she doesn't merit any more then she's getting even if she wants more.

It's…I need to read Journey to the West properly some day, but it makes me think a bit about Sun Wukong's stint in Heaven.
First he got a job he liked but the lack of prestige turned it sour. Then he wrecked the place until he got akin that gave him respect…But didn't give him enough to do to keep him from getting bored.

I feel like if you could figure out a way to balance both for most people the society you could create might win everything forever until/unless someone tweaks it and breaks the harmony but actually doing that is the tricky bit.

Yeah, the people who actually do the everyday work in Heaven and make it function (more-or-less) properly are getting increasingly fed up with the gods. I also agree that the Goddess of Life wants more power and glory than she's done anything to deserve.

The setting was partly inspired by Journey to the West! If you're looking for an English translation, I thought Julia Lovell did a great job capturing the playfulness and fun of the original in Monkey King.
 
And does that "no one" include the gardeners? The boatmen? The runners?

Piri's words echoed through Flicker's head so loudly that he couldn't focus on what Star was saying. His eyes darted around the garden, seeing a spy in every shadow. A rustle in the willow leaves: the Master of Rain's one-legged bird, taking a break from drinking the ocean dry. A hop under the potted chrysanthemums – the Jade Rabbit out for his midnight snack. Distant shouts from the canals – the imp boatmen transporting crates of meat and vegetables to the palace kitchens. Now that Flicker was looking for people other than the gods, he spotted them everywhere.
I've got to say, I really like this part. Flicker and Aurelia are nowhere near as subtle as they think they are. And it really shows how Piri became so important so quickly - there's a discontented powerbase sitting right there, all but invisible to the gods. Give Piri a week up in heaven, and she'll be turning the whole court upside down in no time flat.
 
I've got to say, I really like this part. Flicker and Aurelia are nowhere near as subtle as they think they are. And it really shows how Piri became so important so quickly - there's a discontented powerbase sitting right there, all but invisible to the gods. Give Piri a week up in heaven, and she'll be turning the whole court upside down in no time flat.

I'm glad you like this part! The gods have been ignoring the people who actually make Heaven function, and they are getting fed up. Piri definitely has plans for this court....
 
Chapter 178: There Cannot Be Two Suns in the Sky New
Chapter 178: There Cannot Be Two Suns in the Sky

She's going to kill me, Sphaera thought. Lady Piri is going to kill me. No, worse – she's going to disown me. And then – and then –

That was where her imagination always failed her. She couldn't imagine what innovative torment Lady Piri would devise to punish a five-tailed fox to whom she had entrusted the great task of reunifying the Serican Empire, to whom she had sent one of her own loyal servants – and who had let that servant die. And not just die from disease or accident or in battle against a demon, but die at the hands of the extension of Heaven on Earth!

The Water Court of the Western Sea had seized the sparrow's body and refused to return it for burial. So when Lady Piri sent her guards to demand answers, Sphaera couldn't even take them to see a grand funerary monument or summon witnesses to describe the lavish funeral.

I am dead, she wailed to herself. So, so, so dead!

"Did you hear that?" Steelfang's question broke into her thoughts. Next to her, the great wolf lifted his head and inhaled deeply.

Sphaera let her human-shaped ears transform back into fox ears, but prick them as she might, she didn't hear anything unusual. The wind rattled the long, stiff leaves of the screwpines. The waves crashed on the rocks. Irate gulls squawked. She sniffed, like Steelfang, but didn't shift her nose into a fox's. Too jarring on a human face.

"I don't hear or smell anything – "

"Show yourself!" Steelfang barked. His hackles bristled with hairs gone pointy as needles, and his lips pulled back from gleaming steel teeth.

Although Sphaera could have sworn that coconut palm trunks were too narrow to hide anyone, an old man hobbled out from behind one. The tip of his cane skidded over the ground, and his left foot twisted grotesquely sideways. His right shoulder was higher than the left, and tufts of white hair showcased the old-age spots that speckled his scalp. Repulsed, Sphaera took a step back.

Steelfang inserted himself between her and the hideous old man. "Identify yourself! How dare you accost the Empress of Serica without permission?"

The old man stopped his forward lurch and leaned on his cane. He even smelled bad, like an apothecary shop full of rancid herbs. "Beg pardon, valiant protector, gracious majesty." The words were courteous enough, but something gave Sphaera the impression that they were all in lower case. "I am the humble Hermit on the Hill." This time, the capitalization was unmistakable.

"There is no hermit on that hill," Steelfang growled. "You don't think the villagers would have told us if there were? What are you playing at, beggar?"

The old man's eyes flashed. For an instant, so brief that Sphaera thought she might have imagined it, a golden presence seemed to press down on her. Then it was gone as if it had never been.

Mildly, the old man remarked, "Keeping to oneself and not interacting with one's neighbors is the hallmark of a hermit."

"Yes, well, whoever you are," Sphaera broke in, "what is your business with us? State it, or be off."

She hoped her dismissive attitude would prick his pride into unveiling that golden power again, but his control didn't slip. Or perhaps there had never been any power for him to control in the first place. Perhaps she had imagined it.

"Gracious majesty, I have come only to offer you some words of wisdom, distilled from my years of solitary meditation."

Did he feel like a human who'd survived a hundred years and transformed into a spirit, or, as they liked to style themselves, an immortal? It had been a while since Sphaera had eaten the last one, so she wasn't sure. Immortals had a tendency to barricade themselves in their caves, which was how they survived the vicissitudes of human and spirit politics long enough to awaken. Then they either stayed barricaded or were recruited into the Heavenly Bureaucracy. Either way, you didn't see them wandering around on Earth very often.

She wondered how this one tasted.

"Don't dawdle," snapped Steelfang. "If you have something to say, say it."

"Very well then." The old man couldn't straighten his back, but he tilted his chin up until he resembled a tortoise spirit that was still adjusting to human form. "Sphaera Algarum, why have you remained blind to the threat before your very eyes? Just as there cannot be two suns in the sky, there cannot be two supreme powers on Earth."

"Has someone else proclaimed herself empress?" Serica was so very large, and Flying Fish Village so very isolated. It could very well have happened without any of them knowing it.

"She has in all but name. No, rather, she has proclaimed herself the true mistress of all Serica." Sphaera knew where the old man was going even before he concluded, "For she has arrogated to herself the right to proclaim emperors and empresses."

Koh Lodia. That ridiculously-titled "Matriarch" of the Temple to the Kitchen God. Whom Lady Piri kept around as one of the many powers she could play off against one another, Sphaera herself included. It rankled. It shouldn't, but it did.

"You know nothing, old man," she snapped. "She is part of the Great Plan."

"Do I know nothing? Piri would never have allowed the threat to flourish as you have."

"Do you know Lady Piri?" Sphaera asked before she could stop herself. "Do you serve her too? Was she the one who sent you to warn me?"

"Yes."

"She does not blame me for her servant's death, then?" It was a test—she wasn't quite so gullible as to believe every old man who hobbled up, claiming to serve her idol.

"The sparrow served its purpose."

He knew about the sparrow. He really did come from Lady Piri, then. Relief made all five of Sphaera's tails flop to the ground. With an effort, she raised them and fanned them out behind her.

He added, with a twist of his lips, "It was getting too uppity anyway," and Sphaera absolutely agreed. Who was a sparrow to order around a fox?

"Greatness lies before you, Sphaera Algarum, if you would but stretch out your hand to grasp it. Eliminate those who would stand in your path. And always remember: There cannot be two suns in the sky."

With that, Lady Piri's emissary hobbled back around the coconut palm and vanished.

"There cannot be two suns in the sky," Sphaera repeated to herself. "There cannot be two suns in the sky."

"Do you really believe he serves Lady Piri?" Steelfang asked.

"He knew about the sparrow."

"The secret might have spread. The villagers certainly knew she wasn't an ordinary bird."

"They don't have any mages among them. There's no way they could have told the difference between a spirit and a — whatever she was."

"But the hostages could tell. They might have talked."

"What are you saying? That the hermit was a fraud? A particularly powerful mage masquerading as an immortal?"

Steelfang shook his head. "He was definitely something. I don't know if he were a spirit, but he wasn't mortal."

"I wouldn't expect a servant of Lady Piri to be."

But Sphaera was thinking. Steelfang was a canny old wolf, and one of the few members of her retinue who weren't in love with her. It was why she kept him by her side. She trusted him to stay clear eyed and keen nosed when the others were tripping over their own paws to fawn on her.

"Well," she said at last, "even if he were a fraud, he only confirmed what I already knew. Koh Lodia needs to go."

What would Lady Piri do? How would Lady Piri assassinate an inconvenient rival?

With art and elegance, obviously, but Sphaera didn't have a palatial setting to work with. All she had were screwpines, coconut palms, shacks in pits in the ground, and a group of villagers who had grown unfortunately fond of the girl. Lodia had wormed her way into their good graces by helping with the mending and weaving and designing of new patterns for their cloth. She was even teaching a class on advanced embroidery stitches better suited to silk than whatever coarse fibers they spun here.

Well, she had been teaching an advanced embroidery class. Since losing her spectacles in the ocean, the girl had been as blind as a mortal bat, minus the mortal bat's echolocation abilities. That had to be an exploitable weakness. Sphaera stored it in her mind and watched for an appropriate setting in which to exploit it.

When Steelfang returned from a stroll with that handsome young villager, Cornelius, one day and mentioned the spectacular view from some bluffs overlooking the ocean, she had her setting. All it took was questioning Steelfang about his date in One Ear's hearing. The younger wolf, who'd bonded with Lady Piri's snake and crane servants after their fight against the joro spider demon, trotted right off to describe the view to the snake. With much oohing and aahing and lisping, the snake suggested a picnic to the crane, the mage, and the horse. The mage consulted the mini dragon on whether the bluffs were high enough to avoid triggering another Water Court attack. He and the mage took their own romantic stroll to "investigate" the location, after which the mini dragon approved it for a picnic.

A picnic in the winter. What a ridiculous idea. Sphaera was careful to voice vociferous opposition to such an unfashionably unseasonable activity and to be seen yielding with only the greatest reluctance to the snake's entreaties.

After that, a whisper to her rosefinch handmaidens, a whisper from them to their hostages, and everything was set.

There cannot be two suns in the sky.


The day of the picnic dawned cloudy and grey, much to Sphaera's apparent distress. She allowed herself to be "coaxed" into her litter and carried out to the bluffs. She even deigned to nibble on some dried flying fish while observing the others. Koh Lodia was walking gingerly, head down and eyes squinted to make sure she didn't trip over any loose stones or tufts of weeds.

Sphaera casually fanned her tails, a signal to the hostages. The young demons raced each other along the bluffs, shouting and play-fighting.

"Wowee! Look at that!" bellowed the joro spider. He dangled his head and front two pairs of legs over the edge of the cliff.

"Outta the way! Let me see!" The wild boar shouldered the spider aside even though there was plenty of space and stuck his own head over the edge. "Woah!"

"I wanna see too! I wanna see too!" The gopher squirmed between the wild boar's front hooves.

As intended, their clamor drew the whole picnic party's attention.

"What are you all staring at?" demanded the horse. He skidded to a halt next to them. "Whoa!"

Naturally, the mage rushed over with her sketchbook next. "That's so beautiful!"

"Careful!" warned the mini dragon, positioning himself behind her so he could grab her if she fell.

The snake and crane joined them next to admire what Sphaera had been informed was an impressive view of blue-grey waves crashing on the hoodoo stones below. Finally, unable to suppress her curiosity, Lodia crept to the cliff edge and squinted down. She didn't say anything, which could have meant that she couldn't see clearly enough to contribute to the discussion, or that she was simply too shy to offer her own opinion. This timid mouse thought she could be the second sun in the sky?

Sphaera yawned. "What's all the fuss?" she asked her handmaidens.

That was her second signal to the hostages. Right on cue, the wild boar squealed, "I'm going cliff diving!" and made as if to leap off the edge.

The gopher squeaked and scrambled sideways, fouling up the wild boar's legs so they tumbled into the joro spider. Down they all went, yelling and waving their many, varied legs. The boar's hoof snagged on Lodia's skirt and yanked. She stumbled forward and tripped over the spider, who screamed with convincing panic, "Don't squash me!" While she was flailing her arms, trying to catch her balance, a well-timed jerk of the wild boar's head sent his snout crashing into the backs of her knees.

"Oh no!" shouted the gopher. He pretended to grab for her foot, miss, and rip off her slipper instead.

Over the edge tumbled Koh Lodia. Her scream drifted back up as she hurtled towards the rocks below. Since everyone else was busy clustering around the edge of the cliff and yelling, Sphaera didn't bother to hide her smirk.


A/N 1: "There cannot be two suns in the sky" is a reference to a line in Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

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Soo Sphaera got played.
I dunno what Piri's going to think about this beyond some degree of anger/dissapointment.
But given Lodia's appointment was because Anthea wanted to flex…
I wonder if that will be used to Kangaroo Court Anthea into being placed as one of Marcus' helpers.
Or maybe more like 'halpers' given her personality…
As for the old man? Could be anything from a God to a dressed up Star Sprite, so I can only guess.
Either way Heaven may have just started a chain of dominos that maybe ends in Sphaera claiming the South Serica and ruling it as she pleases…
Potentially using ending her reign as a way to have Macus gain power/legitimacy.
Also:
Humans can turn Immortal too? Hunh. That's something to keep in mind for later I think…
 
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