Chapter 108: A Hard Winter


    The only good thing about the snows was that it brought the goblin raids to a halt, Jordan decided. It wasnt untilter that he learned that was only the case because of their Temr. Hed disappeared for three days after the first fall of fresh powder, and it was only after hed been back for a few weeks that he told one of the other warriors the story after theyd been drinking; it was so unbelievable that the way it spread around the camp like wildfire had to be a form of mockery, but Jordan believed it.


    Brother Faerbar had walked out alone into the snow after the raid and used the freshly fallen snow to track the vermin back to theirir before spending days ughtering everyst monster he could find. It was hard not to imagine the old man drenched in the green blood of his enemies, though it was more than a little disturbing.


    When Jordan finally cornered the older man and asked him about it and why he didnt ask for help, the Temr simply shrugged. It was my penance, he answered. Nothing more than that.


    II understand what youre saying, Jordan answered, trying not to blow up at the obstinate old man who was so different from the Paragon that hed met on that dark road a few weeks ago. The light still burned in the mans eyes, of course, but in his heart, it seemed to have gone out. But we need you here, training the next generation of warriors and protecting us should the read rise up once more. If you were to die in some hole


    I was stabbed a hundred times in the foul pit, and now only the faintest scars remain, the Temr answered with nothing but scorn, Unlike the men I led into battle. It seems that I shall not have the privilege of joining the honored dead anytime soon.


    Maybe so, Jordan said, trying tofort him, But then your God works in mysterious ways; perhaps theres a reason that


    Jordans words trailed off as Broth Farbaer turned on his heel and left him standing there. My god is dead, he spat. Theres no n for any of this anymore.


    Encounters like that made it hard to keep hope alive in Sedgim Manor, but Jordan did his best. Hed stopped wearing his mage robes and switched back to wearing the clothing of his brothers to seem more familiar, and hed begun taking daily walks to try to put his remaining subjects at ease, but the results of those efforts could be called mixed, at best.


    A mise gripped the whole area as the weather deteriorated. Some feared starvation and other zombies or goblins, but everyone feared something. That was sensible to Jordan. The world had never been more fearful, and he could not sleep more than a night or two in a row without dreaming of that terrible zombie dragon and the way that it had gone insane and ripped itself to pieces.


    Shortly before the midwinter feast that would be remarkably spartan this year, a group of starving bandits tried to seize the grounds by force. He sent most of the mob fleeing with a few thunderbolts while a few of their friendsy steaming in the snow. He might not be able to do much to fend off an army of Temrs or zombies, but a superstitious mob was another story.


    Bandits were the least of their problems, though. The thieves that truly needed to be worried about were the rats and the hungry mouths of the kitchen workers. Between them, they always seemed to go through the meager stores theyd harvested at twice the rate Jordan expected. At least they didnt have to worry about sickness too, on top of everything else, he thought, trying to look on the bright side.


    The Temr didnt do much anymore besides sulk and sit on the stairs watching the snow fall, but hed still stop whatever he was doing and apply his healing magics when one of the children fell ill, and that was more than anyone could ask for.


    As the winter wore on and the days became more darkness than light, they ughtered their way through the farm animals, preserving as many of their prime breeding stock as they could, even as they winnowed the herds, guaranteeing that next year would be at least as hard as this year had been.


    Even his fathers prized horses and hounds were not spared this terrible fate. As much as the man might have loved them and as beautiful as a war horse could be on the battlefield, they ate grain that could better be given to staving mouths and hay that needed to be saved for the cattle and sheep that life would depend on next season.


    It was around the time that he was serving everyone stew but no longer telling them what was in it that Brother Faerbar finally got out of his funk, at least to the smallest of degrees. When it was pointed out to Jordan that the miracle in question had happened around the same time that the manor had run out of alcohol, he assured the gossipy cooks boy that it was an unrted coincidence.


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    The cause didnt matter in his mind; all that mattered was the effect, and that effect was thatcking other outlets, Brother Faerbar resorted to sparring to get some of the volcanic anger that always building in the mans soul out of his system.


    These training sessions started as impromptu beatdowns to show some of the young men just how much less they knew than they thought they did. This quickly became the sole source of entertainment as well. The children had begun to share strange stories, which, as far as he could tell, were just myths and repurposed scripture from the Book of the Light, but none of these little games proved to be as interesting as watching grown men beat each other with sticks in front of growing crowds.


    In time, most of the men of fighting age started to improve. Some of the fieldhands would even make decent swordsmen, as it turned out. None of them bested the Temr, though. With maces, swords, or even unarmed, he faced allers and left them t on their backs. Most days, after the younger men had finished their chores and practiced their forms, he would face them three-on-one or even five-on-one, asionally. This just ended the matches faster because he felt no need to hold back when he was outnumbered.


    It was those fights that made Jordan reflect on just how dire the straights had been in the undertemple and the catbs beyond it. There, the jaded old warrior had barely been able to hold back the tide of death, but here he was utterly invincible. It was a stark reminder of just how hopeless the situation would be if the evil of ckwater managed to spread this far east.


    Honestly, hed half expected it to by now. Hed even put off butchering the extra horses for as long as possible in case theyd needed to load the wagons or sleighs with children and supplies and flee, but so far, that hadnt happened. But the only hazards without a pulse that other towns ever reported were cold and hunger. Only the usual dangers of goblins and bandits haunted the dark nights, and for the residents of Sedgim Manor, both of those groups were in short supply.


    No, by all ounts, despite their misery, they lived in a winter wondendpared to the rest of the region. So, Jordan would definitely try to hold the fort here as long as possible. As things stood, they were partway between the world goingpletely insane and the world ending, and though he prayed for the best for his family, just now, he wanted no part of the wider world. In the spring, maybe he would work with some of the other local lords to gather some kind of collective defense, but that was as far as he nned to venture until things started to make sense.


    It started with one of Frankos sons. Markez was certain of it. Hed seen the gleam in young Kells eyes early that morning when hed gotten up to go ice fishing. It wasnt very productive, and most days, he didnt catch much, but the little shack hed cobbled together at the very end of the longest pier was a good ce to catch a nap and find some peace and quiet in the madhouse that was the mages manor.


    Even with servants, only twenty or thirty people had probably lived here before this, and now it was bulging at the seams with almost seventy men, women, and children, with a serious emphasis on thetter. His mission of mercy upriver had saved almost two dozen of the little rug rats, and though he didnt regret it one bit, that didnt mean that he liked the energetic little bastards any more than he had when he was on the stony shore.


    The gleam was something new, though. It wasnt quite the glow that the crazed Temr had. That mans eyes always radiated light. It was a subtle enough effect in the daytime, but at night, it was just in creepy, and Markez avoided him whenever he could once it was dark out.


    And now it was spreading. How was that possible? He had no idea, but instead of dashing out young Kells brains with a piece of firewood, he went and got the mage. He didnt like talking to mages either, of course, but better him than the other guy. He might have sold his soul to the dark powers for his magic, but at least he didnt look at you with a gaze of constant judgment.


    The mage had no answers, though. It was all just praise for having noticed, and he promised to keep him informed after hed discussed the matter with Brother Faerbar. None of that had stopped that light from spreading, though. First, it jumped to his brother Mason and then to little Gina.


    It was contagious, is what it was. By the time the first snows began to melt, half of the children had been infected by it, and no one seemed to care! As far as he was concerned, it was a spiritual gue. To the Temr, it had been a wee sign of redemption. A rebirth, hed called it, but that just made Markezugh.


    Its disturbing, is what it is, he said, talking to the river through the little hole in the ice as he counted down the days until it started to crack up. He didnt care how many people called it a miracle. To Markez, those looks just made him regret not nipping it in the bud before it started to spread. I didnt work so hard and save all those little lives just so they could join the cult of some dead god.


    He spent as much time as possible out here now, worried that if he spent too much time around the infected ones, hed wake up one morning to find his eyes glowing too.


    No sir, he told himself. Just as soon as the ice breaks up, me and anyone else that hadnt drunk too deep of the Holy Mans poisonous words - were taking my ship and getting out of here and going just as far away as we can.