Feeling weak as
I see the surging muscles
Swelling with flexion
Blood-fueled and
Throbbing as sweat cascades and
Heavy panting at the
Exertions little clad
I remain
Swathed opaquely
Struggling with heavy things in
Hands cramping to hold onto them
Pushing again and again but
Having them surge at my face
At least as often
The others give but passing glances
I turn away from them in shame and
Envy at what they have with seeming ease
While I yet labor for what I never had
And hope perhaps in vain my
Striving amid the smells of oil and sweat
Bodies growing unwashed and glorious
May yet win for me
If there is a race
It has long since passed me by
And even the dust kicked up has
Fallen back to earth
While clouds catch the fading sunlight and
Stars start winking out from the
Spreading cloak of coming night
Drawn to cover the bodies anew
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Following a reply from Jani to Keffria (the earlier message being here), “Dragon Warrior” begins with Hest continuing to languish as the Chalcedeans pursue Tintaglia, whom they assailed. Hest’s own condition and that of Tintaglia are detailed as pursuit continues.
For her own part, Tintaglia presses ahead, fuming at her pursuit and avowing that she will not be butchered as if livestock. She determines to assail her pursuers in the night, meaning to wreck them and flee with the eggs growing inside her.
Dargen has Hest escort him to the ship’s railing that he might relieve himself. As he does so, Hest spies Tintaglia, who attacks.
In Kelsingra, Rapskal and Thymara continue their explorations, joined by the rest of the expedition. Work to restore the well of Silver is in progress, that work detailed. Updates to the statuses of various keepers and crew of the Tarman are made. Spit gets a small taste of Silver while the work goes on, and the keepers note the change that comes upon him as he does, wondering what a greater, steady supply will do for the dragons. At length, enough of the well is cleared that the keepers can drop lights to check the level of Silver in the well, but the results are not promising. The dragons grow angry at the report, and Thymara, calling on embedded memories, explains more of the dragons’ need for the substance and Kelsingra’s rise to prominence among the Elderlings. Given the importance of the Silver, Reyn vows to find it for Phron.
In the wake of her assault on her Chalcedean pursuers, Tintaglia languishes. Further injuries beset her, and she calls out in what she believes will be her final battle.
In Kelsingra, Carson notes that the Silver may yet be accessible, and the keepers prepare to retire for the evening. As they do, however, Tintaglia’s call reaches them, and Malta calls for aid from the dragons and keepers about her. Rapskal begins to be overtaken by the memories of an ancient warrior, Tellator, and Thymara works to return him to himself as he makes ready to rush to Tintaglia’s aid.
The present chapter takes an interesting tack, I think, in presenting Hest’s increasing accommodation to his fallen status. And it is not that being a servant, as such, is demeaning; there is nobility in work of all sorts. The fall, rather, is that Hest is effectively enslaved, although he is not yet tattooed in accord with Chalcedean and Jamaillian practice, and he is adjusting to that status, even as he recognizes with some horror the changes occurring in him as he does so. Given the resonances between the Traders and the early United States, I find it hard not to see some proposed parallels at work, though I acknowledge I am not the person who ought to explicate them in any great detail.
I note, too, a return to descriptions echoing addiction in the attitudes the dragons, particularly Spit, voice towards the Silver. As a commonplace in the Realm of the Elderlings novels, addiction is something I’ve noted repeatedly throughout the rereading; I have to think it is among the most prevalent themes in the novels, and it seems the kind of thing that those more inclined to biographical criticism would want to pursue. (For my part, I know better than to look. HIPAA is in place for damned good reasons.) And, as I reread, I find myself in mind of the spice mélange from Arrakis in Dune and the following novels–itself addictive and enhancing; I am not at all up on literary scholarship treating Frank Herbert, so I cannot speak with any certainty to its own references, but I have to think that those at work in it are also at work with the Silver in Kelsingra, if at some remove.
Of more importance for the Realm of the Elderlings corpus is Mercor’s report of the powers associated with Silver for Elderlings–the strange features of Kelsingra, as well as the Skill-roads and the stone garden with which so much of the Farseer novels are concerned, and the Skill-pillars that feature prominently in the Tawny Man novels. Mercor’s remark on the peril of contact with Silver by humans is somewhat telling; Verity fairly bathes in it, and while he does meet his end, it is because of his quest rather than the direct effect of the Silver, itself. In effect, Hobb confirms in the present chapter that the Skill is itself a legacy of the Elderlings, something that puts me in mind of Tolkien (the “blood of Westernesse” notable in Denethor and Faramir but not in Boromir presents itself), although being put in such mind while reading Hobb is not a surprise.
(Another thought occurs, as well. The Silver, in its unadulterated form, offers power and mastery. Water that flows through it, however, becomes…problematic. The Earthblood that wells up under Melenkurion Skyweir in Donaldson’s Chronicles of Thomas Covenant novels seems antecedent. The source-studies implications of the present chapter are somewhat dizzying; I find myself once again longing for the time and resources to undertake such traceries. Perhaps another can work on such projects?)
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A brief formal commendation for Erek precedes “Silver,” which begins with Sedric and Carson conferring about a place to settle and how they should prepare for the coming times. Carson finds himself somewhat confused at Sedric’s desires for material comfort and appreciative of his lover’s appearance. As they walk Kelsingra together, Carson opens himself cautiously to the memories embedded in the stones, and he and Sedric recognize themselves as having entered an older part of the city. Exploring further, the pair find an open plaza that attracts the attentions of the dragons with which they are bonded, and they stumble upon the well of Silver that the dragons covet. The two arrive at some understanding of the importance of the site, and the dragons begin to join them.
Elsewhere in the city, Thymara starts awake from sleeping next to Tats. The two confer, touching on the need to fill the years of their expectedly lengthening lives and the issue of Rapskal, whose reliance on others’ memories is cited as becoming a problem. Tats reports the conversation in some detail, and considerations of the changes to social structures that extended lifetimes would necessitate are mentioned. The two grow increasingly comfortable together until they are summoned by their dragons to the well of Silver.
In Chalced, Selden wakes to hear Chassim‘s protests. He moves to investigate and finds her under assault by Eilik. Selden attempts unsuccessfully to intercede, and Eilik leaves him unconscious.
Later, Chassim shakes Selden awake, reporting her sexual assault and noting it as a recurring event for her. Selden reports his own experience of sexual assault, and Chassim offers only cold comfort. She turns their conversation to the changes Tintaglia has effected upon Selden, staying only briefly upon it before departing.
I‘ve noted before (here, for example) my impression that Hobb is borrowing from or working with the same tropes as Asimov at points in the Elderlings corpus. I think something similar is at work in the present chapter in the discussion between Thymara and Tats. When I was really introduced to Asimov’s writings more than thirty years ago–I remember being ten at the time, though I have dim recollections of my mother having a boxed set of the Foundation novels released just after the publication of Foundation’s Edge–it was by way of his Robot novels. Said novels make much of the Spacers, a subset of humanity that has achieved greatly extended lifespans due to medical and other technological advances and freedom from the prevalence of diseases on Earth. While Asimov does not necessarily delve deeply into the sociological implications of centuries-long lives, he does point out some changes among the Spacer worlds from how the more “normal” Earthpeople live, most notably in terms of sexual politics. (Yes, I am aware that it’s problematic. I’m also aware that I’m not up on the relevant scholarship–and I never really was; my focus was otherwise, for all my nerdiness.) The discussion between Thymara and Tats that comprises the second section of the chapter seems very much in that line; I don’t know that it’s enough to suggest explicit borrowing, but, given other factors at work in Hobb’s writing, I have to entertain the possibility–though I have to acknowledge, also, that it might simply be a matter of having been influenced by earlier reading or even a reasonable thinking-through of implications of the reality in which Hobb’s characters exist.
I’ve noted, too, the presentation of sexual assault in Hobb’s work. It’s to be expected, admittedly, given the prevalence of such acts in the readers’ world and in other works of fantasy literature. (Some revel in the presentation, as is readily seen.) Chassim’s frank discussion of it strikes me somewhat strangely, although I recognize that as being partly an artifact of my privilege. Selden’s confession of the same also strikes me, though differently, and I have to wonder what kind of internalized double standards remain at work in me that I perceive such a difference. I do note, though, that Hobb appears to give more space to Selden’s discussion than Chassim’s. There is doubtlessly something to find in that disparity, but, as I have noted, I am not up on the research I would need to be able to pull out any such thing.
I sometimes miss having ready access to reports of research. I more often miss having the time to spend familiarizing myself with those reports. Sometimes, though, I wonder if I am not better off now for not giving so much of myself to taking in those discussions as I used to do; there is no comfort in reading what others write about the many horrors of the world that have happened and that continue to happen, especially when the reader can do little or nothing to affect them.
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