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‘A Sojourn within the Fifth Metropolis’ by P H Lee

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A Sojourn within the Fifth Metropolis

The coffin she carried had felt like an imposition at first—a holy imposition! a welcome imposition! however an imposition nonetheless. However by now she had carried it on her shoulders out from the Tenth Faculty, carried it throughout plains, up and down canyons, by way of forests of metallic and wire, previous what remained of the opposite colleges of the Dying, throughout all the width the world, additional than she had ever thought potential, all the way in which into the holy gentle of lifeless solar Thion. By now, nearing the crest of one more countless slope of tough white scree, her legs burning with the trouble of the climb, her white cloak tattered, her apprentice’s masks chipped and worn away, the coffin’s strong weight was a consolation, nearly as a lot of a sacrament because the lifeless man inside it.

She didn’t know the lifeless man within the coffin. He had not been one of many Dying, not from the Tenth Faculty nor from another. He had lived and he had died far past this world, these stars. However he was lifeless nonetheless, and thus sacred and owed this sacred responsibility of pilgrimage, that he may lie eventually within the Fifth Metropolis, given over to all of the lifeless of warfare.

This ridge was not specific, only a slope of trackless scree just like the 1000’s of others the apprentice had climbed, slowly, fastidiously, sliding again half a step for each step she took. However when eventually she crested it, she noticed not one other slope in countless procession however a complete valley unfolding by way of the mountains, and in that valley noticed the Fifth Metropolis, carved of bleached white stone however shining violet-bright within the regular thionlight.

She fell to her knees and stared, trying over the spires and the avenues, the grand halls and nice chambers, the poles the place as soon as flew flags of the victorious lifeless. She might need wept, though it was a blasphemy. However she didn’t have the water to spare for it.

Reflexively, she started to mutter a prayer beneath her masks, however minimize herself off. No prayers right here, no sacraments. Prayers and sacraments had been for the dying, and this was the land given over to the lifeless. And, regardless, there was no Grasp right here to listen to them.

As a substitute, she fastidiously pulled her knees and ft freed from the scree and stood—left foot first, then proper, nonetheless smarting from her wound—and shouldered the coffin that she carried. Her burden settled, she recalled the phrases of the Fourth Prophet:

Each step a prayer, in that lifeless land
Each breath a sacrament, beneath that lifeless solar—

and commenced to select her method down the slope in the direction of the town and all its lifeless.

The draw back of the slope was shaded and consequentially overgrown with free crystals of hoarfrost, reaching up practically twice the apprentice’s top. Her first footfall, although, despatched cascades of scree—black on this aspect of the rise, unbleached by thionlight—into the hoarfrost, collapsing it and sending it tumbling down in flip. Unsure, she took one other step into the scree, sending one other cascade. The free rocks slipped a little bit, however didn’t ship her tumbling, so she took one other step, after which one other, down the trail that the slide had cleared earlier than her, with fragile hoarfrost nonetheless towering on each side.

Although it was a sin, on this place and beneath the sunshine of the lifeless solar, she lifted her masks and stuffed handfuls of the fragile hoarfrost into her mouth, feeling the shock of the ice after which the aid of the water, in the end water. She shouldn’t have, in fact. Even again within the Tenth Faculty, again earlier than her pilgrimage, stealing water—life wishes life! and water was the basis of life! Even there, it was a sin. However right here, on this sacred land, it was doubly so.

(She had snuck water, in fact, when the lecturers weren’t trying. All of them had. However she had discovered the habits of secrecy.)

Ashamed, she pushed the masks down over her face, and regarded a method, then one other, as if somebody might need observed her, as if there was anybody right here however the lifeless.

She began to mutter a prayer for forgiveness, however stopped herself once more. Each step a prayer and so she took a step, after which one other, earlier than swallowing the sinful water.

“Life is a sport, dying is the prize,” she mentioned to herself—absolutely that reminder didn’t rely as prayer—however took one other handful of the ice regardless.

She swallowed the final of the water earlier than she reached the underside, although. To drink some water on a primary pilgrimage, maybe that may very well be forgiven. On the very least, understood. The furtive flask her instructor had slipped to her had run out way back. However within the Metropolis, no. The Fifth Metropolis was for the lifeless, and she or he wouldn’t profane it.

Down within the valley, the town was immense, and it appeared to her a single strong factor, a wall of carved stone, bleached white by Thion, with not one of the options and avenues that she had seen from the ridge above. She stepped in the direction of it, out of the shadow of the mountain, into the obvious and white-purple thionlight. Although it was nonetheless chilly, she might really feel the thionlight in opposition to her. Her pores and skin, already burnt and blistered by lengthy publicity, screamed on the contact, even beneath her cloak. She needed to will herself to not flinch away from it.

“Not one step backwards,” she mentioned to herself, the identical phrases that she had promised her instructor way back. Sooner or later, maybe, the thionlight’s burning would develop into tumors. It had occurred earlier than. She had seen them rising on the journeymen, again on the Tenth Faculty, as a lot as they’d tried to cover them of their disgrace. However there can be time sufficient for that disgrace later. Proper now, this second: Not one step backwards.

So as an alternative, she stood on the spot, the ache too intense to maneuver ahead, letting the sunshine burn her by way of her cloak and masks, till eventually her nerves surrendered and the burning subsided to an ignorable roar. Then, eventually, a step, after which one other.

On the outskirts of the town correct, there have been tall mounds of irregular stones. Coming nearer, she realized that they weren’t stones in any respect, however coffins, after which, when she drew nearer nonetheless, she noticed that between them there have been bones: The bones of the lifeless! She had by no means seen bones earlier than, besides that after, and within the presence of the Grasp. However right here: the bones of the lifeless themselves, left past the town and unburied. She felt her anger rising with bitter nauseous acid, however she swallowed it down. Desecration! Little question these had been left by feckless apprentices of ages previous, too afraid to enter the Metropolis itself, from these ages when there would have been numerous a whole bunch of apprentices and journeymen, streaming out and in of the Metropolis, taking all of each worlds’ lifeless to their closing resting locations.

She couldn’t handle a run, however nonetheless loped over to the uneven pile. She wished to elevate them up, every coffin, every bone, every one of many Lifeless mendacity there piled and unburied, to hold all of them into the Metropolis. However she felt the coffin on her again and remembered the phrases that her instructor had mentioned, earlier than she had left. “This burden is all which you could handle. Take care you don’t add to it, and fail the Lifeless therefrom.” He will need to have come right here, when he was an apprentice on his pilgrimage right into a journeyman. He will need to have seen this. He will need to have recognized what she would face, for he had confronted the identical himself.

She turned away from the pile. “Later,” she informed herself. “If I’ve the power.”

No nice doorways of the Fifth Metropolis, not from this strategy, and never for this lifeless man. The apprentice would have honored him so—one of many Lifeless, in her arms! on her again!—however he had misplaced his warfare, and with it the privilege of the nice doorways. Such had been the customs of the Fifth Metropolis. So as an alternative she took one step, then one other, and the free scree gave strategy to paving stones, and she or he had handed on her proper a cluster of intricate mausolea, and she or he realized that she was already inside the Metropolis and not an apprentice.

It was exhausting for her to grasp her transformation—that it had already occurred. She was—had been—an apprentice of the Tenth Faculty. She had at all times been an apprentice of the Tenth Faculty. (Sooner or later, she will need to have been an provoke. Sooner or later, she will need to have joined the Dying. However she couldn’t bear in mind even the barest trace of that.) She had at all times been an apprentice, and now she was a journeyman. She had at all times been an apprentice, and now she was not.

She squeezed her eyes closed, and felt the load of the coffin on her again. “Time for that later,” she informed herself, after which, quoting the Grasp, “the concerns of the dying usually are not for the Lifeless.” This was the Fifth Metropolis. Let her time right here be for the Lifeless, let her ideas right here be for the Lifeless as nicely, and let her fear about the remainder when she had returned together with her service full.

So as an alternative, down this avenue, into the shade of a nook, out of the burning thionlight for only a second. Certainly, she will be able to take that small indulgence in her service to the Lifeless. There was hoarfrost gathered right here as nicely, on this nook away from the sunshine of Thion, nice filigrees of it, even finer than the carvings on the town’s stone. It felt unsuitable, to her, to see ice rising in a Metropolis. The Metropolis was for the lifeless and but, even right here, there was the sin of water, the basis of life. Even right here, there have been her small indulgences.

“Grasp,” she mentioned aloud, starting a prayer, however she stopped herself.

Earlier than, on her journey, she had stopped herself from praying out of customized, out of courtesy. She wouldn’t pray on a pilgrimage; she wouldn’t pray beneath the sunshine of the lifeless solar Thion; that was the order of her Faculty and the methods of the Dying. It had felt to her a deprivation after her complete life praying for each second. It was one other struggling to be borne, one other sacrifice in service to the lifeless.

However now, right here, on this metropolis of white stone, the lifeless round her in each course, she understood it in a brand new method. There was no Grasp right here, no college, no orders. These had been for the dying, which was to say, they had been for the dwelling, that they could discover their deaths. This Metropolis, although, was not for the dwelling. It was for the lifeless. She was a trespasser right here, even in her service. There was no legislation to information her, no Grasp to supervise her. The lifeless didn’t want such issues, absolutely. So she should resolve for herself.

Was this what it meant to be a journeyman? That she should resolve for herself?

“Then I need to resolve,” she mentioned, aloud. Her phrases, her breath, so sizzling and dwelling, appeared all of the extra extraordinary within the silence of the Metropolis: an intrusion, a blasphemy, however not unwelcome. Not a blasphemy, then, she corrected herself. “Blasphemy” was a phrase for the Colleges. It was a phrase for the Dying. The lifeless had been past any such offense.

She reached, impulsively, in the direction of the frost beside her, however stopped herself. No.

She should resolve for herself. She would resolve to not. She would resolve to maneuver on.

Nonetheless, as she made her method by way of the town—previous the carven skulls and the nice mausolea and tiny, singular graves, every representing a warfare, so many wars, wars as giant as all of the galaxy and as small as a single life—she would see tucked right here and there a shadow, and inside every shadow was constructed generations of frost, and she or he yearned.

She mustn’t yearn. However beneath the cloak, beneath the masks, beneath her pores and skin and all of the prayers and each phrase she had ever discovered, beneath all the teachings of her lecturers and the labors of her journeymen, there was an animal, a dwelling factor that feared dying. Life that yearned for water, for meals, for kids, above all for itself.

Water. Water. Water.

With out pondering, she reached for her knife that wasn’t there. She wished to chop out her personal tongue, to chop out her personal coronary heart, to chop herself to nothing, to chop away each a part of her that yearned to dwell.

However she had no knife, not on a pilgrimage. No blood may very well be shed on this lifeless land.

She considered the cancers that Thion was absolutely carving into her pores and skin this very second. They, too, yearned for all times and yearned for water. She remembered the phrases of the Seventh Prophet:

Life calls itself to life
there will likely be no finish to it
save for that the dying make

She stopped, and let down her coffin gently.

She thought that she may abandon them: the coffin and the lifeless man inside. She may run off into the avenues to rub her burning shoulders with frost, her dry tongue with water. She was already within the Metropolis. Certainly, it will not be abandoning the lifeless man if she didn’t ship him to his specific area of interest in his specific warfare’s specific mausoleum.

As a substitute, although, she knelt beside it. She wished to kiss the coffin, however even the scant waters of her lips—no. As a substitute, she set her brow in opposition to it. She didn’t pray—The lifeless are lifeless and can’t reply prayers—however she thought, and if she was so accustomed to prayers that her ideas took the type of a prayer, then absolutely that may very well be forgiven.


Lifeless man.

You might be silent.

You might be nonetheless.

You might be unwanting.

No thirst, no starvation, no ache in dying.

Solely the top of doing.

Lend me, for a second, your uncaring dying.

Lend me, for a second, your never-ending peace.

Your dying is infinite; no mortgage shall diminish it.

It isn’t for myself I ask for this.

It is just for my service to you and all of the myriad lifeless.

She practically ended her silent prayer with “That the Grasp grant me dying,” as all her prayers had at all times ended, however stopped herself. The lifeless man was not a Grasp. He was lifeless.

She paused for a second, ready for some response. When she had prayed again on the Tenth Faculty, she might really feel the Grasp’s will, responding to her prayer, working its imperatives on her thoughts and coronary heart and the varsity itself round her.

Right here, although, there was nothing. Not even the acquainted chilly shudder of some distant will.

It was her fault. She knew no prayers had been answered right here—she by no means actually thought—he was lifeless, which was to say is, she had been a idiot to hope that her prayer may give her some aid.

It was unimaginable for him to grant her prayer and even to listen to it.

Not one step backward however there have been no prophets right here, no Masters, no lecturers. She was the one dwelling factor on this half of the world, except by probability there was another apprentice on another pilgrimage.

“I ought to keep,” she blasphemed to herself, even because the thionlight burned into her pores and skin. “I ought to run feral and fallen. I ought to surrender each doctrine of the Dying, I ought to conceal within the shadows and drink the hoarfrost and crack open the coffins and eat the lifeless. There’s sufficient right here on this metropolis—each corpse of each warfare—that I’d not thirst nor starvation for all of the size of time, and in any case that I ought to be at least ravenous and thirsting, no worse off than now.”

She stood, however she didn’t take a step.

She breathed—out and in, 3 times—and hated the factor inside her that demanded breath. Then she knelt, shouldered the coffin once more, and made her method in the direction of the middle of the town.

It was a while earlier than she reached the mausoleum of the crystal warfare, a grand complicated that lined the entire heart of the Fifth Metropolis, wings upon wings, corridors upon corridors. In contrast to the opposite mausolea and crypts of the town, it was undecorated, fully with out phrases or carven skulls and even the subtlest of filigree, as if those that constructed this metropolis initially of time knew full nicely the enormity of grief it will ultimately include. So there was no ornament, solely plain stairs into hallways, solely nice blocks of historic stone.

Befitting the lifeless, its flat stone was black, however the aspect that confronted Thion had been bleached white. Impulsively, she reached out to the touch a pillar as she completed her ascent of a aspect stairway. The layer of white, rotten stone crumbled to powder even at her lightest contact, revealing the pure black beneath.

She shook in concern and embarrassment, to have left the mark of her passing on this sacred place. “However what of it?” she thought. “I’ve been right here. That’s at least the reality. So let that be the mark of my passage. It’s nearly as good a file as any historical past.” Nonetheless, she didn’t contact one other wall.

Contained in the mausoleum, it was darkish, aside from the occasional shafts of painful thionlight from some entrance or one other. When it was darkish, she might nearly persuade herself that she was again within the cool, winding corridors of the Tenth Faculty. It was solely the silence that divulged her true location. However when there was gentle, she might see the partitions—lined with countless coffins, stacked neatly upon one another in ordered rows, every instead—and she or he knew that she was in fact as far-off from her college because it was potential to stroll, among the many lifeless and beneath a lifeless star.

“I like you,” she mentioned as soon as to the lifeless, quietly, as a result of she did. It was not a sin, and but she felt ashamed.

Finally, she reached the shadowed aspect of the mausoleum, and after that there was no gentle in any respect. Nonetheless, she knew the way in which as she had discovered it by coronary heart within the Tenth Faculty, remembering the phrases of her instructor, every step, every flip, till she got here eventually to the lifeless man’s particular area of interest, his particular planet that he had died failing to defend, his particular battalion, squadron, unit, place. Not trusting her reminiscence, she felt together with her palms and located the place, a gap within the wall—two openings, she felt now, one subsequent to a different.

She puzzled if these had been the final two unhallowed lifeless of all of the crystal warfare.

Hefting her coffin as soon as once more, with the power of the final moments of her activity, an important activity she had ever carried out, she lifted the coffin up into its place—his place—after which pushed it till it slid satisfyingly into place.

Till she did it, she didn’t notice how drained she was. It was no sin, to sleep upon a pilgrimage, solely to dream, and she or he was sure that she was too drained for dreaming. She closed her eyes, breathed in once more, and leaned in opposition to the wall of coffins. Slowly, erratically, she slid down till she sat on the base of the wall, eyes closed, surrounded in all instructions by the embrace of the hallowed lifeless, and let herself fall eventually right into a deep and untroubled sleep.

Someday later, she is going to wake. She’s going to stand. She’s going to stroll out of the mausoleum, out of this timeless metropolis, away from the lifeless, again up the slopes of scree and throughout the gravel plains and again to her college, the Tenth Faculty, arriving eventually as a journeyman. She’s going to take her new place among the many dying, together with her personal lecturers to serve, her personal apprentices to foster.

Someday later, she is going to wake. However for now, she remains to be. For now, she sleeps. For now, she is indistinguishable from all the opposite lifeless on this pure and historic metropolis.

Concerning the Creator

P H Lee lives on prime of an previous walnut tree, previous a thicket of roses, down a lifeless finish avenue on the fringe of city. Their work has appeared in lots of venues together with Clarkesworld, Lightspeed, and Uncanny Journal. Every so often, they microwave and eat a frozen burrito at two within the morning, for no cause apart from that they need to.

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Please go to LIGHTSPEED MAGAZINE to learn extra nice science fiction and fantasy. This story first appeared within the February 2024 concern, which additionally options work by Stewart C Baker, Mari Ness, Everdeen Mason, Wen-yi Lee, Christopher Rowe, KT Bryski, Phoebe Barton, and extra. You may await this month’s contents to be serialized on-line, or you should purchase the entire concern proper now in handy e-book format for simply $3.99, or subscribe to the e-book version here.

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