cahnahna’shoreshik
Sermon Thirty
hen Vivec left the mystics of the Number Room and went back to the space that was not a space.
²From the Provisional House he looked into the middle world to find the sixth monster, called City-Face.
³He was vexed when he could not find it and went back to the Mourning Hold in secret anger, killing a mystic that asked about higher order.
⁴Nerevar, the Hortator, witnessed this and said, ‘Why do this, milord? The mystics look to you for guidance. They work to make your temple better stoned.’
⁵Vivec said, ‘No one knows what I am.’
The Hortator nodded and went back to his studies.
⁶Here is how City-Face hid from his mother-father: it had been born named as Ha-Note, a bare urge of power, an esoteric wind nerve tuned to the frequency of huddled masses. ⁷It found root in villages and multiplied, finding in the minds of the settled a veiled astrology, the star charts of culture, and this resonance made its head swim. ⁸Ha-Note moved sideways into the Adjacent Place, growing and unbeknownst. Above the vocal, it trembled with new emotions, immortal ones, absorbing more than the thirty known to exist in the middle world. ⁹When Ha-Note became gravely homesick, the Grabbers took it.
¹⁰A Grabber said, ‘New emotions to the lonely occur only of madness. This thing is gone. It is ours now.’
¹¹Grabbers had never made a city of their own, and their glimpse of Vivec’s, which shone with holiness through all the spheres, had taken their attention.
¹²‘Under this reason did the issue of Vehk slide into our realm, drawn by our coveting, hidden in loss. We shall build our tower-hope upon its face.’
¹³Now many years had passed in Resdaynia, and the high priests of the Dwemer were building something alike as Vivec and alike as the new Ha-Note of the Grabbers. ¹⁴The Hortator was engaged with an army of theirs that had become too brave, talking foolish words, and Nerevar helped destroy them with the help of the orphan legion of Ayem. ¹⁵When he went to give trophy to Vivec, he saw his lord under attack by the City-Face. ¹⁶The monster was saying this:
‘Here we are to replace your city, Vehk and Vehk. ¹⁷We are from the place of the more-than-known emotions, and our citizenry has died from it. Two things we came for, but can stay for only one. ¹⁸Either we ask you to correct our error of culture, or merely take yours by dint of force. The second is easiest, we think.’
¹⁹Vivec sighed.
‘You would replace my direction,’ he said. ‘I weary of this, though I wanted to kill you an age before. ²⁰Resdaynia is fallen ill, and I have no time for one more imaginary analogy of an unknown incident. ²¹Here, take this.’
At which he touched the tower-hope of the City-Face and corrected the error of the Grabbers.
²²‘And this.’
At which he stabbed the heart of the City-Face with the Ethos Knife, which is to say RKHT AI AE ALTADOON AI, the short blade of proper commerce.
²³The ending of the words is ASV.