Infinity Blade: Redemption by Brandon Sanderson, Peter Ahlstrom, Simon Hurley, Donald Mustard, Geremy Mustard, Calum Watt, Adam Ford Page B

remain back at the village in the valley.
    Siris looked them over. These men had been recruited and trained to attack the Deathless—but so far, they hadn’t fought any. They’d been joined by two instead. They had to be wondering, are we being manipulated? Is this rebellion all just another Deathless game?
    They were probably right.
    Siris rose and walked along the path outside the ancient doorway into the cliff. Sounds inside evoked strange emotions in him. Metal against metal, the clanking of tools. Raidriar’s Devoted worked, with recruited soldiers as laborers, to install the resurrection device and the Pinnacle.
    Siris could almost remember a time when machinery like this had been commonplace. What had that life been like? Machines like TEL to work the fields, hunt for food, build houses? Surely it would have been a paradise. But the Deathless chose this world instead—a world of poverty and sorrow, a world where survival was a constant struggle. Why?
    Once past the doorway, Siris looked along a small pathway that wound upward between the rocks. Isa sat up there on a large stone, arms crossed on top of her legs, looking out over the ocean.
    Siris almost walked up to her, but he recognized that hers was not the posture of one who wanted company.
    I should have told her, he thought. Right from the start, I should have told her what I was planning.
    Clinking footsteps came from the entrance a short distance back. Siris turned and spotted the God King striding out. Raidriar had reluctantly returned Dynn’s armor, choosing instead to wear armor taken from one of the dead. Dynn had been found alive, as promised. But lacking a hand, also as promised.
    Raidriar walked up to Siris, balancing an unsheathed sword against his shoulder, edge toward the sky. “You show them your face,” Raidriar said from within his helm. “Have you forgotten that we do not do this?”
    “It’s not that I’ve forgotten. It’s that I don’t care.”
    Raidriar grunted. Siris couldn’t help shifting his stance to be better ready to dodge that sword, should it swing. And yet . . . he knew that it would not. They had killed one another many hundreds of times over, but that had been then. This was now. They had better things to do.
    He realized, disturbed, that the Dark Self trusted the God King not to betray his word. Oh, he knew that Raidriar would eventually try to destroy him. But he would not violate his oath. Raidriar was an arrogant, imperious tyrant—but he also held honor in high regard. He might believe humans were beneath him, but he saw lying as even farther beneath him.
    Raidriar turned, looking up the rock cliff toward Isa. “Your woman is not taking this well.”
    “It might have worked better if you hadn’t interfered.”
    “Oh, no need to be bitter. I suspect she’ll come around. They find us difficult to resist.”
    “That’s so casually insulting I’m not going to bother responding,” Siris said, looking at Raidriar. “What is our first move?”
    “We will need to create a strike team of Deathless from among those mortals you trust, then we must reclaim the Weapon.”
    “You’re sure the Soulless one has it?”
    “Reasonably sure,” Raidriar said, shrugging. “Either that, or it is a trap. I doubt we will know the truth unless we try.” He twisted his sword in his hand, swinging it to the side. “The Soulless will think, to an extent, that it is me. The Worker will have neutered its ability to rule, but it will try anyway. And it will be able to fight.”
    “As well as you?” Siris asked.
    “Likely. It hasn’t been that long.”
    “That long? How does that matter?”
    “You really don’t . . . Of course you don’t. You insist on basking in the ignorance with which this latest incarnation has plagued you. Bah. It is nothing but a copy of me, using the residual pattern from one of my rebirthing chambers. Its Q.I.P. will be fragmented, incomplete. Manufactured. The Soulless will have some of my