//------------------------------// // Chapter 6 // Story: Midnight's Shadow: Tainted Legacies // by Ponibius //------------------------------// After Morning finished grooming my mane, I made my way to the castle’s dining hall. It was already bustling with ponies by the time I arrived; the hall’s tables had been pushed to the walls, and were stacked with a variety of foods. Magi, nobles, servants, knights, and others walked about the room and gathered in small groups to talk. As I stepped into the dining hall I immediately ran across somepony I knew. “Ah, Subtle, I had wondered whence thou had gone.” She had accompanied the procession to Fillydelphia, but I had lost track of her during the journey. “Availing myself of a finely appointed dining hall, Midnight.” Subtle grinned as she showed off her half-eaten plate. “A travelling bard so rarely gets to enjoy truffles. Best to take advantage of our host’s hospitality while ‘tis offered.” “That is true.” I walked to a nearby table and grabbed a plate. The sight of all the food made me hungry, especially after a long journey. Subtle sniffed as she walked besides me and came to eye some rice. “Is that saffron? I smell saffron.” (1) 1. As is the case today, saffron was an extremely costly spice, and even rarer to come by. “‘Twould seem that Archmagus Fugit wishes to impress his guests,” I said as I went about filling my plate. “Little surprise, when the conclave will be a celebration for his retirement as well. He has had some time to prepare everything, and it seems as though he put it to good use.” Subtle nodded as she scooped some saffron-flavored rice onto her plate. “Now is the time to exit with style.” “Though the Archmagus’ intentions are not the real question so much as who will win the conclave.” “Aye, that is the question.” Subtle carefully placed a pair of bread rolls onto her nearly overflowing plate. “A retirement necessitates a replacement, and there is a great deal of speculation as to who will take it.” “That is so. Mother believes Daylight will win thanks to her efforts, but 'tis impossible to know for certain until voting starts. Mother’s opponents have been making strong efforts to have their own candidate elected, and I hear that Magus Gleaming Topaz has managed to gather most of the factions opposing Mother into a coalition.” I glanced about the dining hall and saw many ponies I recognized, among them Daylight, Shadow, and Mother. “Already ponies are moving to position themselves, and the conclave has not yet e’en officially started.” “I assure you, they were maneuvering long before that,” Subtle said between a mouthful of food. “Everypony has been positioning themselves since the end of the last conclave. Your mother radically upended the established order.” “That is true enough,” I agreed. “She has held tight control over the archmagus posts since the war. Being the one to appoint all the archmagi during the rebellion gave her a unique advantage to put her supporters into high stations, and that is not an advantage she will give up lightly.” “Aye, Nightmare take her for it,” a voice scoffed behind me. Recognizing the voice, I turned to see I had unwelcome company. The unicorn stallion was a relatively large pony, barrel-chested and his muscles even through the fine cotton vest he wore. Yellow fur coated his body, and his purple mane was slicked back without a single hair out of place. His face was blocky, though his features were partially obscured by a thick mustache. He carried a goblet of wine with him as he glared at me through narrowed eyes. Frowning, I addressed the pony coldly. “Duke Chivalrous Line, I did not know you were coming to the conclave.” Subtle’s eyes narrowed. “Aye. So far as I know, you have no kin with standing in the Magus Corps.” Chivalrous scowled at us. “None anymore, neigh.” ‘Twas little surprise he had no kin amongst the magi left, as I had probably killed most of them. Not that I felt any pity for doing so; the warlocks and magi of House Line had intended on using me as a sacrifice to the Avatar of Nightmare Moon. Unfortunately for them, the true depths of my inborn magic had broken through right as my throat was to be cut, leaving me to gurgle my last few rasps of bloody breath like a fish in an acid bath. The resulting wild magic surge left no survivors in the chamber. Those who had avoided me had no doubt ran afoul of Mother when she had rampaged through the Line’s estate in Canterlot. She had been most wroth about her daughter being kidnapped by the Avatar and her cronies, and the manor had ended up a charred shell of its former glory. The ponies of House Line had burned along with their home, and there were no survivors of the Line’s treason and attempted murder of a filly to their dark goddess, save for the stallion before me. Chivalrous Line had been among the ponies captured by the pegasi during Polaris’ Folly. He had been a mere knight at the time, and being held captive had allowed him to escape the death of his extended family. He had also escaped the taint of his family’s treason as a result as well, since no direct link could be drawn between himself and his family’s collusion with the Avatar. Thus Princess Celestia, against Mother’s extremely spirited arguments, had given Chivalrous his traitorous dead uncle’s title of Duke of Northmarch. I might have been willing to let the matter rest if that had been the end of it. I hardly wished for any reminders of that foul night where the Avatar had finally died, but Duke Line had not been the type to let the death of his family go lightly. He had taken his ascension to the title of duke as an opportunity to fight for his causes, and I took exception to many of them. For example, he had demanded a fresh and impartial investigation of his family. Arguing that Mother had plotted against them and used their destruction as an excuse to extend her power at the expense of the nobility. Admittedly, he was half-right on that matter, but being half-right was still a failing grade on most tests. Chivalrous took a draft from his chalice before he shot biting and hitting words my way. “I plan on watching Sunbeam’s puppet be defeated in the conclave. Seeing her plans come to ruin will be a rare pleasure to experience.” “Then I believe you are to be disappointed,” I declared in a haughty tone. “Knight-Magus Daylight Shimmer is a fine magus, and an honorable warrior who has the support of many magi, myself included. He will do good work as archmagus once he is elected.” “Ah.” Chivalrous frowned and took another sip of his wine. “I like him well enough. A shame he has such a monster pulling his strings.” Subtle tsked as she shook her head. “Now now, that is hardly a fitting attitude for a duke to hold. Such words might result in your presence becoming unwelcome.” “Fortunate for me then that I have no young child that might explode in mine arms, then.” Chivalrous let out a hollow bark of a laugh, and the heavy smell of wine on his breath swept over me as he did so. I had heard talk he was sodden, but had not been sure if they were mere rumors—possibly started by Mother—or true. (2) “Thy mother is ill-liked by all whose nethers she has not graced with her muzzle. Accept it or not, but I'll speak my mind of that wretch.” 2. Based on several different accounts by ponies that knew him, Chivalrous was quite likely an alcoholic. It was noted by those that knew him that he often took to drinking whenever he fell into a foul mood. Likely he suffered from clinical depression, considering he was described as usually being in poor spirits much of the time even when there seemed to be no reason for him to be. It’s not hard to imagine how he might have developed this disorder between losing multiple friends and family members at Polaris’ Folly, spending the rest of the war as a POW after the battle, and having his family killed at the end of the Siege of Canterlot. Left as the sole survivor of his house and given the burden of rebuilding thrust upon him after being stained with the disgrace of treason. As with many ponies, living through the Lunar Rebellion had been a traumatic experience, and one that left a lasting legacy on those who survived the conflict. Subtle cleared her throat and took the chalice out of Chivalrous’ grasp, drawing an annoyed glower from him. “I am sure you have been in your cups too much this evening and are speaking unwisely, Duke. Doubtless you will apologize come the morning, else the magus will be forced to cut you down on the dueling field.” My shoulders stiffened at the blatant insult. “Aye, hold your tongue, or I will take exception to your slander of my mother.” “Slander, is it?” The Duke scoffed. “Is it untrue that she killed a child no older than thou wert the night my family died? Dost thou deny her hunger for power, and the debauchery she engaged in to feed it?” He gave me a cold smile. “Canst thou e'en name thy sire?” My eyes narrowed. I was quite done with this pony and his sodden insults. “Better a bastard than a traitor.” Chivalrous snapped his cup back from Subtle and threw his drink in my face. “I am no traitor, bastard. Never call me such again.” My hoof lashed out to smite him across the cheek. “I demand satisfaction!” My lungs pulled in deep ragged breaths as my choler overtook me. The nerve of this stallion to both insult me and my mother in such a crass manner, and then to throw his drink in my face. There was only one response to such actions. Damn the consequences, I desired a duel with the drunkard. The whole hall went silent as my slap echoed through the hall. The sound was far louder than it should have been, or at least it felt like it as we became the center of attention from those gathered. For his part, Chivalrous stared at me with wide-eyed surprise as he rubbed his cheek. We just stared at one another, Chivalrous too shocked to say anything and myself too angry to allow myself to speak until I been answered. The painful silence was finally broken when a familiar weedy yet deep voice broke it. “Ah, Magus Midnight. Always a pleasure.” Archmagus Mossy Banks stepped next to me, a wry grin on his features. The Magus of Froggy Bottom Bog was much as I remembered him from the last time we had met. He was a stocky figure, age having done little to remove his vitality though his brown coat had faded slightly, and grey hairs showed in his long and thick dark green beard. His thick coat was well worn and checkered by an irregular pattern of greens and browns. “Archmagus,” I managed to say, my thoughts stumbling at the sudden interruption. “I could not help but overhear thine honor being besmirched by this disgraceful lout just now.” Archmagus Mossy’s teeth showed themselves as he grinned. “Wilt thou require a second in thy duel? I realize my schedule is full with talking with important ponies, drinking and dining with more prestigious individuals, and then even more talking about what will no doubt be important things, but I think I can manage to find the five minutes it will take thee to break this nincompoop in half.” Subtle tsked and shook her head. “With all due respect, Archmagus, I would prefer that role. Though I would not object if you wished to be our judge.” Chivalrous raised his voice before I could answer either of them. “There will be no such duel! I will not grant thee the pleasure of borrowed legitimacy by stooping to thy level. (3) Thou art hardly of the station to even challenge me to start with. If 'tis satisfaction thou seekest, thy mother can point thee to the most prurient of the nobility.” 3. As was the custom of the time, a pony didn’t need to accept a challenge of a pony below their station. There was some wiggle room on exactly close two ponies needed to be in order to make accepting a duel necessary. Though unless there was a significant gap in stations ore prestige between the ponies in question, there would be a risk of losing face in front of their peers. Subtle snorted and raised her chin in a disdainful look that would have made any noble proud. “I think you struck him hard enough to addle what little brain he retains. He does not realize there will be a duel.” “Then he is all the more a fool.” My anger returned after Chivalrous unleashed his latest batch of insults. “My mother is an archmagus and the Grand Vizier, and I am her heir. I have been ennobled by declaration of Princess Celestia herself. You are well within my station to challenge.” “She is right,” Mossy said as he pulled out a pipe and some tobacco. “The Magus is not some scullery maid whom you can insult without comment. But if you are so craven as to dodge a duel issued in front of all your peers, the collected magi of the realm, and even the Lady Protector, you are free to try.” (4) He sparked his pipe and puffed on it a few times. 4. Turning down a duel between relative social peers where legitimate grievances existed was considered to be extremely disgraceful by Equestrian society at the time. An individual who did so would often be seen as cowardly and unreliable, and could easily find himself socially ostracised as a result. Chivalrous glanced out of the corner of his eye at the ponies gathered nearby. Though most tried to not make it obvious as they huddled together and whispered to one another, we were clearly the center of attention. Chivalrous hesitated in answering my challenge. A sodden brain was not desirable when maneuvering one’s way through such a precarious situation, and ‘twas no doubt dawning on him just how much trouble he had fallen into. Archmagus Banks cleared his throat before addressing me. “If I am to be the judge of this contest, then we might as well lay some things out. Did you want an immediate duel, or would you prefer to set a time and place?” I turned my back on the Duke since he was only worthy of my contempt. “I think it best to set another time and place. I do not wish to insult our host by fighting in the middle of this fine dinner he arranged for us. Besides, ‘twould be maganamous of me to give Duke Chivalrous the time to recover his reflexes and wits from his cups. That way ‘twill be a fair duel when I freeze his legs down to the bone, set his body on fire and reduce him to a chafed and frozen corpse before ripping his soul from his body so as to to make his final moments an endless agony that will make him beg for me to end his pitiful existence.” I blinked slowly as a long moment of silence followed. “‘Tis also possible the Duke will realize the error of his ways and simply apologize.” Chivalrous looked between us and his scowl deepened. He ground his teeth as he forced his words out. “We have both said unkind things this evening. Perhaps this escalated further than it should have.” I scoffed at the half-hearted apology. For her part, Subtle tsked and waggled her hoof in front of Chivalrous’ face. “I think you need to grovel a bit more than that. Otherwise as the Magus’ second I will simply have to recommend she do some truly unmentionable things to you on the dueling field.” Chivalrous’ body shook as his face turned red. As he spoke it sounded like he would rather saw off his leg. “As thou said, my words were ... ill-chosen, and borne of drink. I rescind them with apologies.” I took a deep breath and considered how to act. I could turn down his apology and demand the duel. A great part of me wanted to do just that. I was tired of the abuses visited upon me by various nobles and wished to strike back decisively. While Chivalrous had spoken his apology in public, I doubted he was truly sorry for his words, even if honor had technically been satisfied. The issue with going ahead with the duel is that ‘twould make me seem spiteful and possibly even bloody-minded. Ponies would remember what I did for a long time. Neigh, my best course of action was to act magnanimous and accept the apology. If he insulted me again then I would be well within my rights to reject a second apology and deal with him permanently. “I accept your apology,” I said, keeping my back to the Duke. “Now if you will excuse me, I seek other company.” Chivalrous grunted. “As shall I.” He turned and promptly stormed off. The one good thing about this farce was that his pride must have been wounded by apologizing to me. I could take some satisfaction in that. Corva’s voice entered mine mind. “Thou shouldst have taken this opportunity to destroy him.” “Such would have been unwise when he had apologized,” I told her. “‘Twould have made me appear too harsh or bloodthirsty.” “That one will be trouble later,” Corva countered. “Best to eliminate the threat now. Next time he might not make himself so open to thee. Now he can add being humiliated by thee to the tally of wounds thou and thy mother have inflicted upon him, and he will not forgive or forget. He will seek revenge.” “Then I will deal with that when it comes,” I said. “He has been impotent for a decade now. That seems unlikely to change.” Corva tsked in disapproval. “Thou art ceding the initiative. That is dangerous against any opponent, but especially one who nurses wounds. Enemies are to be crushed, not tolerated.” I internally sighed. “We will speak of this later. I need to speak with everypony else here right now.” As I had come to discover, a discussion ‘tween minds could take place very quickly. There was not the risk of miscommunication and need for clarity, or the delay that flesh and the physics of sound passing from mouth to ear. A useful thing when I was simeltaneously conversing with ponies in the material world. “Well handled, Magus,” Archmagus Mossy said as he watched Duke Chivalrous storm away. “I do not think he will insult thee so readily in the future.” Subtle snorted and popped some fruit into her mouth. “Not if he wishes to keep his hide intact.” I pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed away the wine that had soaked my coat. “My thanks, Archmagus. Even if no small part wishes for me to still duel him.” “‘Twould not be difficult to arrange,” Corva told me. “‘Twould take but a few insults in the right company, and he would be forced to answer the challenge or lose yet more face than he already has.” I ignored Corva for the moment, but I could not disagree she was right. Mother had taught me a number of methods to provoke a duel if I desired it. She had been a master of such things in her younger days, eliminating a number of troublesome foes. Was I set to become just like Mother in this? “The fool will doubtless give you cause again in due time,” Subtle said, using a cantrip to dry me off. “Being a fool such as he is not so easily cured. ‘Tis only a matter of time before he destroys himself.” “And the loss of face from this will be considerable.” Archmagus Banks nodded to Chivalrous as he tried to talk with some of his fellow nobles, only for his peers to quickly mumble excuses and leave his company before they could be seen associating with him. (5) “To appear weak or stupid is bad enough, but to be both is a terrible fate.” 5. According to other accounts, Duke Chivalrous had already been experiencing trouble with his noble peers even before this incident. The treason committed by his house had badly tainted its image, and even though Chivalrous was seemingly uninvolved with the Avatar’s plot to overthrow Celestia, the stain remained and caused him no small trouble as he tried to rebuild his house’s fortunes. For example, due to his family being wiped out during the Lunar Rebellion, finding a suitable wife so that he could sire heirs to continue his family line became a high priority. But even after nearly a decade of actively searching for a match he’d had no luck since nopony of suitable age wished to marry into a disgraced house, even with the fact they could become a duchess by marrying the Duke. Duke Polaris, another noble disgraced by the events of the Lunar Rebellion, attempted to form a marriage alliance between his house and House Line, but none of his female relatives seemed keen on the idea, either citing his house’s disgraced status or the Duke’s perpetually dolor mood and growing alcoholism. “Mother will no doubt be proud of me,” I said. “I nearly got into a duel, and by the end of it humiliated one of her enemies. Being insulted no doubt seems like a small price for that.” The Archmagus nodded. “You did well. And do not concern thyself with the sodden fool’s insults.” He smiled wryly. “As one bastard to another, thy parentage can only be used as a weapon against thee if thou dost allow it. Use it as thy shield and scorn thy enemies’ attempts to insult thee, and nopony can hurt thee.” (5) 5. Mossy Banks was in fact born to a pair of unwed earth pony sharecroppers. Thanks to living near Canterlot his magical talent was discovered early, and he was taken by the magi for training. Banks’ own memoirs remark that his origins were often a source of contention between him and his fellow apprentices, and he got into several fights with his peers after being insulted. No doubt he talks from personal experience on this matter. “I will keep that in mind.” Flaunting my status as a bastard was not something I had considered. Not after I had been insulted for it so many times over the years. It was something to contemplate later once my cholar had subsided, at least. “Mine apologies to you. I had not intended for you to see such incivility.” “I have seen far worse. Taken part in worse, if I may be honest.” Archmagus Banks snorted as he took a puff of his pipe. “I was something of a firebrand in my youth, so I can hardly complain when thou conducted thyself reasonably. In any event, I think the Duke has more to apologize for than thee. But let us put that ugly business aside—if you do not mind, I would like to speak privately.” I nodded, happy to move onto another subject. “Of course, ‘twould be my pleasure to attend you.” “I would discuss a few minor matters where I would much appreciate the aid of another magus,” he declared as he blew out some smoke. There was a twinkle in his eye as he continued. “Just a few things around the swamp that could use a second set of hooves. And of course, I would return the favor in kind.” I smiled as pleasantly as I could, but I felt myself being drawn into something terrible by an irresistible force. An archmagus, and a highly prestigious one at that, desired my services. That was no small thing considering his support could do much for my career. Though from the sounds of things they would mean going to Mossy Bank’s swamp. That was undesirable, but I could hardly decline the call of an archmagus—not without significant consequences, in any event. I decided to delay as I thought how to answer him. “How would you return these favors? I daresay my mother would demand that they be worthwhile to justify releasing me to help you—in your swamp.” “An archmagus can do a great deal to support thy career, especially when thou no doubt hast high aspirations.” A wry smile showed itself on his lips. “I trust aiding me in my bog will not be a problem? I have heard rumors that thou dost have a profound dislike of mud, but I assumed they were only rumor or exaggeration. Thou knowest how ponies can talk so.” Based on the Archmagus’ words, I was suspecting that this was all a test. Mother had told me that a magus could not be concerned with dirt, and now Archmagus Banks was taunting me with his support in exchange for some tasks in his bog. If I turned down his proposal then he would no doubt think of me as unworthy of his support. That would not do. “I assure you, I could hardly turn down your request for my aid if your task ‘tis within my power to complete,” I told him, feeling my eye twitch. “If I can be released to aid you, then I will.” The Archmagus inclined his head. “My thanks, and we can discuss the specifics later. As thou sayest, thou must first seek thy mother’s permission, and ‘twould be best to discuss the matter with her anyways.” “I look forward to working with you,” I said, doing my best to sound dignified even though I had just negotiated a dirt-filled fate for myself. “Likewise, Magus.” Mossy Banks’ eyebrows raised as he noticed a group of magi standing to the side. “But if thou wilt excuse me, it seems I have others to speak with.” He let out a sigh. “The things I do for my country.” “Of course, Archmagus,” I said. “There are others I wished to speak with regardless.” “A pleasure to speak with thee,” he said. “Convey my compliments to thy mother if I do not see her first.” “I will.” I nodded politely and parted company with him. “That went well,” Subtle said as she finished her plate. “At least if you do not count meeting the Duke, but that goes without saying.” I grunted. “And except for the fact I will now have to go to the Archmagus’ bog.” Subtle grinned as she poked my side. “Now now, a magus is not allowed to appear dour. A proper magus must always show perfect dignity.” I took a moment to clear my sour thoughts and nodded. “Very well then.” Subtle continued grinning as she leaned against me. “Now then, how about we go back to the dinner table and get ourselves some more food?” “I have barely eaten anything yet.” My plate had only been half-filled before I had been interrupted by Duke Chivalrous. “Exactly,” Subtle said as she directed me back to the food-covered table. “‘Tis a time to eat, drink and be merry.” She grinned. “Though perhaps not drink quite as well as the Duke. We would not want you to embarrass yourself.” I sighed and rolled my eyes. “I am aware.” We both went about filling our plates, and ‘twas as we were doing so that something caught mine eye. Chatting near me was a pair of mares that seemed to naturally draw in my attention, as though they had their own gravity in the room. Subtle was also looking at them out of the corner of her eye, as was nearly every other pony around them. A twinge of recognition ran through me at the sight of one of the individuals, but it took me a couple of seconds of contemplation for me to remember who it was. “Emeraude, is that you?” Emeraude smiled, giving me the sense of a cat that had just spotted something to play with. “Indeed it is. Hello again, Midnight.” ‘Twas not too much of a surprise to see the fey I had met in Honeyfield here. She had said she wished to attend the conclave to ply her trade of bargains and meet the high and mighty of Equestria once again. Though there were things that I wished to question about her presence. “You look different from before,” I noted. Her body was much the same as it had been when last I had seen her: angular, tall, and with that fey-like quality and beauty that made her stand out from the ponies gathered around her, though now her coat was a pure white and her mane pink. Her cutie mark was now also a heart inside of a honey-colored sun. Emeraude’s smile became a wry thing. “I've changed a great deal since the last time you saw me.” Her companion nodded and grinned as she glanced at Emeraude out of the corner of her eye. “New bargains make for a new self.” A spark of intuition lit within mine mind. “Now I remember, Princess Celestia said she was renegotiating your Accord. Though I had not heard the details of that.” If a deal had been negotiated, then that could explain Emeraude’s new appearance—assuming ‘twas not merely some veil she was using. The Accord of Honeyfield defined her very nature, as well as her purpose. Considering Her Highness had not been pleased by her actions during the Honeyfield succession crisis, I cannot imagine she left the Accord intact. Likely she would have negotiated the deal from top to bottom, which could have done much to change Emeraude’s nature. Though by the looks of things whatever new deal had been struck had not torn the fey asunder or driven her insane from her very being being irrevocably changed. Such things had happened when a fey was changed in such a manner. A dryad that lost her tree rarely survived the experience, and Emeraud had been the Accord. “Oh, ‘tis very long and complicated.” Emerald said as she waved the issue off. “I will not bore you with the details.” “I would not be bored,” I assured her. “I would know what has changed with you.” Subtle snorted before tasting some dried dates. “Likely she does not wish to discuss what restrictions Her Highness put on her. That, and she would no doubt like to bargain for that information.” Emeraude grinned. “Astutely observed.” That made sense. No doubt Princess Celestia had placed many restrictions on Emeraude to reduce the threat she posed to her subjects. I would need to speak with Her Highness later about the new agreement. Celestia would most likely be willing to share the details of the deal she made with me, assuming part of the agreement was not to reveal the details of the new accord. That would be exactly the type of thing a fey would negotiate for. Just like ponies, the fey did not like to reveal their weaknesses and restrictions. “Hopefully the new agreement was not too disagreeable, then,” I said, hoping to glimpse into Emeraude’s new status. Emeraude shrugged. “Nothing too horribly onerous.” “She seems to be managing well for herself,” her companion commented. Emeraude’s companion had the appearance of a unicorn mare, and she possessed a singular beauty. Where Emeraude’s form was that of a maiden in her prime with a predatory grace that spoke of primal vitality, her companion was an ideal of beauty. ‘Twas like a sculptor’s attempt to carve out a statue that represented the very physical representation of beauty that had come to life. She had a long, luxurious white mane, a light pink coat, and green eyes that could draw a pony right into their depths. I extended a hoof to her. “I am Magus Midnight Sparkle. Who might you be?” She shook my hoof. “Euterpe.” Her eyes flicked to Subtle and the ghost of a grin showed itself. “And you are the bard Subtle Song. I have followed your work with interest. I particularly liked The Hags of Appleton.” Subtle’s chewing slowed as she studied Euterpe. “Is that so? One hopes that is a good thing.” Euterpe’s perfect teeth flashed as she smiled. “It could be a very good thing for your career, all things considered.” Emeraude tsked softly. “No bargains at a friendly meeting. ‘Tis not good manners.” “Ah, so this is one of your fey friends?” I asked as I looked between them. I suspected her companion might be a fey also, but ‘twould be good to receive a confirmation. One had to carefully guard one’s tongue around a fey, and knowing what type of creature one was dealing with was to be forearmed. Emeraude sighed and the corner of her mouth turned up in a grin. “Yes, Euterpe is a muse.” “Then we have a guest of no small distinction in our midsts.” I recalled what I had read about the muses. They were a group of fey sisters that concerned themselves with promoting the arts. Euterpe was the muse of music, if I remembered right. Granted, the roles the muses took for themselves changed over time as different art forms waxed and waned in popularity over time. (6) They showed themselves in Equestria from time to time, both openly and covertly. That made me curious about why Euterpe was here to start with. 6. This is correct. The muses seem to prefer to attach themselves to the most popular forms of art in the era they’re living in. For example, Calliope went from the muse of epic poetry to the muse of cinema. “That would explain her interest in me,” Subtle said, her eyes narrowing. Euterpe shrugged. “I do enjoy the company of a skilled musician.” “A curious thing to look for at a conclave,” Subtle commented. Euterpe shook her head. “Hardly. There is a magic to music that few have learned to tap into.” She smirked in a pleasing manner. “And a gathering of the rich and powerful will naturally attract bards in search of patrons.” Subtle shrugged indifferently. “That much is true. There are always patrons to be had at such things.” “Just so. And how has this event suited you, Magus?” “I nearly got into a duel to the death with a stallion who at least partially blames me for the slaughter and dishonoring of his entire extended family, and negotiated myself into aiding Archmagus Mossy Banks in his bog.” I shivered at the thought of my inevitable trip to the bog. “It could be going better.” Emeraude tsked and shook her head. “You really must learn to handle yourself more carefully on the social battlefield. Perhaps you just need a little guidance...” Euterpe chuckled and shook her hoof in her companion’s direction. “And you chided me for trying to bargain during dinner.” Emeraude grinned at the muse. “I will not tell anyone if you do not.” “I see someone is eager.” Euterpe returned the grin. “But then, I doubt either of us came here merely to wine and dine.” “Exactly,” Emeraude said with a nod of her head. “Now then, my point still stands to Midnight. Considering how the conclave has gone for her thus far, it seems she could use a little bit of aid.” “This is my first time doing this on my own,” I told her, trying to not sound sour. “Normally I attend closely to Mother at these types of events.” I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see Mother speaking with some gathered magi. Speaking with her about the events of this night was not something I looked forward to. Emeraude nodded. “You can't hide beneath your mother's skirts forever.” “Neigh, of course not.” I let out a huff. “‘Tis why I am walking around on my own.” “While ‘tis good that you are distancing yourself from your mother, you hardly need to go about the conclave alone,” Emeraude pointed out. “Of course, you should be careful choosing who you consort with as well,” Subtle said with an airy detachment as she continued eating. Euterpe raised an eyebrow. “Are you implying that she should not be consorting with us?” “I said no such thing,” Subtle said with an obstinate tone. “I know not why you would say that.” Euterpe shook her head. “I never said that you did. Merely that your words could be interpreted to imply it.” “That is true enough.” Subtle shrugged. “But words are tricky like that. They can be interpreted in any number of ways. But I hardly need to remind you two of that.” Sensing the tension becoming uncomfortable ‘tween Subtle and the fey, I moved to try and calm the discussion. “I am sure Archmagus Fugit's guests are conducting themselves as guests should. ‘Tis not as though they could have attended the conclave without being invited, and I doubt they would seek to embarrass themselves or cause trouble that might get them banned from future conclaves.” Emeraude smiled pleasantly. “Naturally. We would hardly be able to do otherwise.” “Mine apologies.” Subtle waved the issue off and took on a more conciliatory tone. “‘Tis just that not every guest has the best of intentions here at the conclave.” She glanced in Duke Chivalrous’ direction. “Doubtlessly,” Emeraude said. “But you can trust us.” “So you say.” My time at the County of Honeyfield had not been a pleasant one, and that was due in no small part to Emeraude. Though she was an ever tricky one to deal with, and I sensed that our meeting here this day was not entirely coincidence. “Though I detect you are leading into something with your statement.” Emeraude smiled as she sidled up next to me. “Well, if you did want a guide to the ways of courtly intrigue, I could think of no better guide than myself. And I would be willing to strike a reasonable bargain.” Little surprise, Emeraude was still interested in making a bargain with me. Though I had to wonder what her aims were this time around; with her noble house now effectively gone, her nature rewritten by Princess Celestia, and her fate up in the air, I had to be cautious about what she wanted now. “And did you have a price in mind for your aid?” I asked. Emeraude’s smile took on a mysterious character. “I am sure we could agree on something reasonable.” It figured she would keep the offer open-ended like that. The fey were well known for giving ponies ample rope to hang themselves with. Plenty of ponies had destroyed themselves by offering too much for something they desperately desired to a bargaining fey. Corva growled within my mind. “Do not think thou canst casually bargain with any fey. She seeks to draw thee into her web.” “I know to be wary,” I told Corva. “I am not jumping into making the first deal she offers.” “But thou art considering her offer for aid.” Corva snorted. “Thou art receiving plenty of help from me and others already. If ‘tis power thou dost desire, then thou knowest I offer it.” “For a price.” “A reasonable one,” Corva countered. “A guarantee of some of thy time is hardly so much, especially when we already spend so much time together in any event.” I ignored Corva for the moment, Emeraude and Euterpe needed the majority of my concentration as it was. “Mayhaps we can agree to something reasonable. Though first I need to determine what you desire. For all I know, your new agreement with Her Highness has changed much about you.” “That is true.” Emeraude flicked her hoof for me to speak. “By all means, make an offer. You know best what you can offer, and what is acceptable to you. I hardly seek to trick you.” “There is hardly a need to rush into a deal, Midnight,” Subtle warned me. “Neigh, of course not. We are merely negotiating proposed exchanges.” I frowned as I considered my options. This might be a good time to test what Emeraude sought. Even back in Honeyfield she had not been malicious. In fact, she had tried to aid me, in her own way. Even after the death of her nephew she still expressed interest in me. Admittedly, some aid from an experienced hoof in dealing with the ponies at the conclave would be helpful, especially in light of the night’s recent events. Emeraude had been attending such events for centuries, so her experience would be of value. If her services could be bought for a reasonable price... “Do you require a magical item?” I asked. “Creating such a thing is within my power. At least if ‘tis within my skill and ability to make, and is a reasonable item for the services offered.” “That could be useful, yes.” Emeraude rubbed her chin. “Perhaps a new cloak? Something that will be comfortable regardless of hot or cold weather?” I nodded. “That sounds reasonable. I trust that ‘twill not be an issue that I will not be able to enchant such a cloak ‘til after the conclave?” “‘Tis not,” Emeraude confirmed, a sparkle in her eyes. “Do we have a bargain then? A fine cloak made by you in exchange for my council during the conclave?” I carefully considered the bargain, seeing if there was any loopholes that might be abused, all the while Corva grumbled in a corner of my mind. Seeing no problems, I declared, “Aye, we have a bargain.” When I said the words a tremor of power ran up my spine, making me shiver as my hairs stood on end. Emeraude’s yellow eyes flashed and she smiled. “Excellent. Now then, I see no reason not to begin your instruction at once.” “That sounds reasonable,” I said. Euterpe cleared her throat. “I suppose so long as we are discussing bargains...” She turned a pondering look Subtle’s way. Subtle sighed and rolled her eyes. “And what would you propose?” Euterpe smiled as she sidled closer to Subtle. “I am something of an expert in musical matters, and could doubtless enhance your considerable natural talents. A bargain could advance your career considerably.” ‘Twas a small thing, but Subtle’s ears perked as she listened. “Mayhaps. It depends on your prices, since those sound like considerable boons.” Euterpe smirked as she made her offer. “Well, perhaps a child?” Subtle blinked. “I see someone is a bold fey.” I felt my cheeks blush. The thought of Euterpe and Subtle together, um, doing, aye... Euterpe continued to smirk as she looked Subtle over. “I do like to look after my family, and my children have been some of the finest musicians in history. No doubt you have heard some of the tales of their feats?” Subtle took her time to answer as she cleaned off her plate. Whatever was going through her mind, she was clearly taking the time to carefully think it over. “Mayhaps we can talk of this in private? This hardly seems a thing to talk about where anypony can hear.” “Very well then.” Euterpe took Subtle by the leg and escorted the bard away. Subtle flashed me a sly grin as she departed. “Enjoy the rest of your own evening, Magus. Try not to get into too much trouble while I am away.” I stared off after the bard and muse as they left the dining hall. My head tilted to the side as I considered what had just happened. “Is she seriously contemplating Euterpe’s bargain?” Emeraude shrugged slightly. “That is between them.” I was not sure how to take this turn of events. In truth, I did not know all that much about my spymaster and bard. She kept the details about her life quiet, as well as most of her desires, for that matter. I knew not what lay in her heart, or what she really wanted in life. True, she seemed to enjoy her music, though I did not know if she preferred to be a bard or a spy. Could Euterpe indeed offer something Subtle would pay a steep price for? “I suppose that is true.” I watched Emeraude carefully when I commented, “It seems desiring children is a common theme amongst the fey.” “Bloodlines are a powerful thing that can spawn influence centuries down the line,” Emeraude explained. “Not to mention they firmly entangle mortals in our affairs, and many mortals have a certain level of affection for those whose children they bear. Even thine own mother, a mare otherwise infamous for her cold-hearted logic, shows considerable fondness and a lack of objectivity where thou art concerned.” I tilted my head. “You think so?” Emeraude nodded. “Oh aye, ‘tis plain to see to anypony with eyes. But back to my point, having children can allow a fey to give considerable gifts to a favored mortal.” Emeraude took a winecup from a passing servant as she continued her explanation. “Everything must be an equal exchange with the fey, and the creation of a child is no small thing to bargain over.” “If one is so cold as to give up a child in such a manner,” I pointed out. Emeraude shook her head. “It hardly need be a case where the mortal is excluded from the child’s life. I knew my fey mother and mortal sire well, and loved them both. ‘Tis all a matter of how the bargaining is conducted and what each individual desires. I would be surprised if Subtle were not able to negotiate to see the child of a union with Euterpe. Considering it looks like my friend wishes to promote Subtle in any event. Subtle’s firstborn merely gives her an avenue to give her considerable boons.” “And you? What does Emeraude now desire?” Emeraude stepped closer until we were nearly touching. “The house of my father is now, for all intents and purposes, gone. Unless fortune should smile upon Rumble or Snowfall, I do not see it resurrecting from the ashes. ‘Tis only by Princess Celestia’s grace that I still live, even if ‘tis to a new purpose. So I must make something new for myself within the confines I now exist.” “That says much, and yet very little,” I observed. Emeraude chuckled. “For now, I will say that I desire to help thee. Now then, shall we continue with thy lessons?” “Aye, that would be fine.” I frowned as mine eyes narrowed. “Though you are being too familiar.” The corner of Emeraude’s mouth quirked into a smirk. “Or mayhaps I am as familiar as I desire. Come now, we are friends and allies. Let us enjoy one another’s company while we maneuver through the conclave.” “Very well.” I sighed and rubbed my brow, seeing little point in arguing with the fey. ‘Twould not be an easy matter to gather more information from her either. Mayhaps with time I would gain more insight into what was at the core of Emeraude, but for now I would concentrate on other matters. I cast my gaze about the hall to see whom I might speak with next. Several ponies were already heading outside, apparently already having gotten their hunger sated. Servants were ushering ponies out into the castle gardens, and I recognized one amongst their numbers. “Now would be good to go and speak with some ponies. Shadow is over there, and ‘twould be good to see her.” Emeraude nodded. “Then let us seek her out. The Lady Protector is one of the most powerful ponies in the realm; ‘tis only sensible to build up that bond.” The both of us headed to the castle gardens to catch up with Shadow. Where most such gardens would concern themselves with growing food or perhaps spices for cooking, this one was focused on the production of magical ingredients. I recognized several of them, and the sheer variety of plants created a riot of colors which some of the gathered magi discussed with the other guests. By the time we caught up with her, Shadow was chatting with a pony I recognized, though it had been some time since I had seen her last. “Lady Shadow, 'tis good to see you again.” Shadow smiled warmly at the sight of me. “Likewise, Midnight.” She nodded to her companion. “I trust you remember Dame White Knight of the Order of Sol Invictus?” Dame White Knight carried herself with the calm confidence and bearing of an experienced warrior. She wore the red tabard of the Order of Sol Invictus, with a sun emblem shown proudly upon her breast that contrasted nicely with her white coat. Her purple mane was cut short, but her bangs still framed a comely face that seemed accustomed to stern expressions. I inclined my head in greeting. “Aye. Your squire of old, if memory serves.” “Indeed so,” White Knight said. “And your reputation precedes you, Magus.” “As does your own,” I answered. “I have heard tales of how you defeated that cult that infested Vanhoover. If I have heard right, ‘twas quite the accomplishment. Especially when the cult had infiltrated much of the city.” “Only a small portion of them,” Shadow proclaimed with a proud smile. She enjoyed speaking of her former squire and her accomplishments now and again, so I knew White had become an accomplished knight and warlock hunter. She was often the pony Shadow turned to to help deal with warlocks, as well as the odd monster or group of bandits. White avoided looking at anypony directly as her face blushed slightly. “I am merely doing my duty, as should anypony in my station.” Emeraude grinned at the somewhat embarrassed knight. “Just because ‘tis a pony’s duty to do something does not always mean they do it. If I received a bit for every time I have seen a pony fail in their duties I would be a very wealthy individual.” Shadow grunted neutrally, as was her way whenever she was disappointed but could not bring herself to agree outright. “What brings you to the conclave?” I asked White. “I pray that no dastardly cult of warlocks lurks amongst our numbers with the intention of sabotaging the conclave, slaughtering the combined might of the magi of Equestria with some great and foul ritual to pave the way to them bringing a new dark age of Equestria that will doom the world.” The corner of White’s mouth twitched into a smirk. “Neigh, nothing quite so overly dramatic. Mine old friend Knight-Magus Shimmer stands to make archmagus, and I wish to show my support. He has worked hard to raise his station, and I would be here on his day of triumph. I know him to be a good and honorable stallion, and he will make for a fine archmagus.” I nodded in agreement. “That is good to hear. 'Tis my hope as well that he will win the conclave.” I tilted my head as I considered what I had been told. “And ‘twould not hurt the Order to have one of their number hold such a prestigious title.” “‘Tis no small reason why my lord father, the Grandmaster, has thrown the support of the Order behind him,” White admitted. “‘Tis been some time since the Order had one of our number as an archmagus, and we plan on doing much good if Daylight should attain that office.” “I am curious about what all he might plan to do,” I said. “I have heard some of his plans, such as improving some of the defenses along the eastern coast and the need to rebuild several orders amongst the magi that have been neglected due to the casualties from the war. Though I would not mind if...” I trailed off as I frowned at a sight which caught mine eye. Morning was standing off to the side of the garden. That would not have been an issue, if not for whom she was speaking with: Magus Gleaming Topaz, Daylight’s principle rival to becoming archmagus. That was not a sight I liked, especially in light of Morning’s recent issues with Mother. White raised an eyebrow, and her eyes flicked around to follow my gaze. “Is something the matter, Magus?” “Nothing to worry of overmuch, relatively speaking,” I said, my voice strained. “Just a matter of the conclave. Mine apologies, if I might excuse myself there is something I feel I need to address. I hope that we can continue this discussion later? Mayhaps have dinner at some point?” Shadow hesitated before nodding. “That would be fine.” White frowned but nodded as well. “I see no issue with the idea.” “Excellent.” I departed their company with Emeraude close on my heels. “Do not rush matters, Midnight,” Emeraude warned. “Rushing makes thee appear desperate, and leads to mistakes.” “I know that.” I tried not to sound irritated. “But I need to make sure Magus Topaz is not converting Morning to her cause.” Emeraude placed a surprisingly strong hoof on my shoulder to slow me. “Peace. Walk casually and eavesdrop on their conversation to gain a measure of what they speak of. Make it seem like thou hast come upon them by coincidence. Go barging in and their defenses will be up, and any attempts at persuasion will be more difficult.” “Very well then.” Finding I could not easily break from her grasp, I slowed down to the pace she set. I was not about to cause a commotion by fighting her in front of everypony. I deeply wished to know why Morning was speaking with Topaz, fearing what it meant. We walked slower towards Morning and Topaz. To my surprise, both of them were laughing. I had seen Magus Topaz before, but now I took the opportunity to examine her. The senior magus was a sturdy and heavyset unicorn; her light-blue coat shone from careful brushing and treatment, and her purple mane was tied back in a bun. She had a naturally imperious air about her, little surprise when she had been amongst her nobility, even if she was just the thirdborn daughter to a count. But between her noble and magus education, she carried herself as though she were an archmagus already. Morning chuckled again as I got close enough to overhear them. “Did he really say that?” Magus Topaz covered her mouth as she giggled. “I am afraid so. And he did not even know Princess Celestia was standing behind him, the poor thing. He was quite embarrassed with himself afterwards.” Morning shook her head while smiling to herself. “No wonder he couldn't look me in the eye...” “I am surprised thou didst not hear about this until now,” Topaz said. “Mayhaps because he might have died of embarrassment,” Morning suggested. “Thankfully embarrassment is a malady most ponies survive.” Topaz grinned at Morning, the familiar expression sending a wave of irritation through me. “Even if it can be terrible to go through.” “Oh, most certainly.” Morning let out a wistful sigh. “I remember one time Shadow and I shared stories about Copper...” “We are not interrupting, are we?” Emeraude asked, flashing them a pleasant smile. Morning blinked but then smiled as she turned out way. “Hardly. Hello, Midnight.” Not sure what to say, I finally decided on a simple, “Morning.” Topaz smiled and nudged Morning’s side. “Morning, how about you introduce me to these ponies?” “It would be my pleasure, Gleaming.” Morning motioned at me. “This is Midnight Sparkle, Sunbeam's daughter. And the fey Emeraude of Honeyfield.” Emeraude inclined her head. “A pleasure to meet you. Though I am not technically of Honeyfield anymore.” “Ah yes, I had heard of you,” Topaz said as her eyes flicked over Emeraude. “I had heard Her Highness had gotten a new patron spirit for the royal demesne. About time, too. What with the previous fey being ... indisposed for most of the last century.” ‘Twas only with effort that I did not immediately turn to Emeraude and inquire about this news. I could not do so without seeming ignorant about the very person I was being escorted by. That would make me seem foolish and unaware about what was going on around me. Still, Emeraude being made the guardian spirit of the royal demesne was no small matter. ‘Twas a title that had been open de facto for some decades, ever since the previous fey in the role had been reduced to stone—though ‘twas unknown why Princess Celestia had done so since Her Highness was unwilling to speak of why discord had fallen between them. It seemed Her Highness had finally decided to find a replacement, or at least seized an opportunity to do so when she had Emeraude at a disadvantage while renegotiating her reason for existing. “I seek to serve Her Highness,” Emeraude said with a pleasant smile. “I could hardly do otherwise.” “As do we all.” Topaz inclined her head before turning to me. “And I have heard good things of thee, Midnight.” I tilted my head, surprised to hear such a thing from one of Mother’s rivals. “That is a rare thing to hear.” “Thou art a rising star amongst the magi,” Topaz said. “‘Tis only natural good things should be said of thee.” I shrugged. “So you would think, yet that has not been the case.” Topaz took a moment before responding. “I think I understand thy meaning. I take it thou art referring to thine earlier … disagreement, with the duke?” “Quite.” My eyes narrowed. “For a stallion who claims to be of noble blood, I found him crude and classless.” Emeraude snorted and stepped closer to me. “‘Twould have only benefitted Equestria if he were done away with.” Morning frowned. “I don't know that I would go that far, but he certainly should be a bit more circumspect.” Topaz sighed, no doubt the crude behavior of her supposed ally caused her no small anxiety. The support of such uncouth ponies was the type of thing that could erode the confidence of one’s followers and drive away those who might otherwise seek to aid oneself. “I suspect he has had a bit too much to drink tonight. Hopefully after a night's rest he will see the error of his ways and correct himself.” I shook my head. “I doubt that. I suspect that he is one of those who merely reveals their true nature when drink is upon them. Doubtless he wishes that I had died that night, a dagger plunged into my heart as I lay strapped upon the sacrificial altar.” My teeth clenched. “I can see that scoundrel delighting in knowing that an innocent young child had died to help preserve the outdated honor and meaningless reputation of a house that should have been consigned to the dustbin of history long before Mother made it so.” Topaz grimaced. “Mayhaps we should discuss another matter then? ‘Tis clear this is an uphappy topic for thee.” Emeraude nodded and whispered, “One must always show grace and dignity, even when angered. There is a time for righteous fury, but this is not it.” “Quite. ” Morning placed a hoof on my shoulder and whispered to me. “Balance thy humours, Midnight. ‘Twould not do for thee to become too choleric.” I closed miune eyes and suppressed the anger that had been building up in me. Had I let the encounter with Duke Chivalrous affect me so? I could not embarrass myself now, not with so many important ponies watching, especially Mother. “I shall bear that in mind. Though I am not among enemies now.” Morning glanced Topaz’s way. “I wonder if thy mother would agree.” “I would hardly consider us foes,” Topaz told me. “You seek to thwart her plans, do you not?” Topaz’s smile didn’t waver as she addressed me. “I seek a different path for Equestria. Her controlling all the seats of the archmagi is nearly unprecedented, and she has collected a dangerous amount of power in her hooves as a result.” I frowned. “And been for the betterment of Equestria as a whole.” Topaz shook her head. “I would disagree. For one, many of the nobles’ traditional rights have been curtailed—rights that thou wouldst enjoy one day. Our influence has waned, our rights to arm retainers curbed, and many of the traditional rights of the pegasi and earth ponies have suffered as well. The earth ponies have not been allowed to elect any office higher than mayor, and even that is not true in places such as Manehattan.” “And Equestria is stronger for it,” I declared. “Those privileges weakened the realm. Equestria is better for its greater unity centralized under Princess Celestia.” “That seems more an accidental consequence of Sunbeam’s desire to gather more and more power in her own hooves than a desire to make Equestria better,” Topaz said with a toss of her mane. “Where before she was merely the Grand Vizier of Unicornia, now she stands as the Grand Vizier of all of Equestria. ‘Tis just a matter of course that Her Highness would also ascend as a result of that change.” My frown deepened. “I think you are misinterpreting my mother’s intentions. All she has sought is to improve the daily lives of the ponies of Equestria.” “And what has she done with the power she has gathered?” Topaz demanded. “Ponies are poorer than they have ever been. And what of the reivers? Even after everything that has happened she still tolerates their raids. Doing so was no small cause for the Lunar Rebellion, and yet she has learned nothing.” “What Mother is doing is following a policy that may yet prevent another bloody and expensive war,” I argued. “We are extending a hoof to the High King in the hopes we can avoid conflict, but Mother has determined if he will not work with us then we will act accordingly.” Topaz scoffed and shook her head. “That strikes me as hopelessly naïve. The only thing the gryphons will understand is force of arms. We should strike back at them, as we did a decade ago. Doing so last time caused them to stop their raids for a time, for they learned the consequences of attacking Equestria.” “‘Tis not quite so simple as that,” I told her. “Gryphonia is now closer knit than it has been in quite some time. Instead of fracturing from a single well-placed blow, Gryphonia is liable to fully unite and—” I was stopped when Morning placed a hoof on my shoulder. “Mayhaps we can set aside the politics for the rest of the night? There will be more than enough time for debating during the conclave proper.” “Of course.” Topaz flashed Morning a warm smile. “Mine apologies, it seems I am a bit overeager to dive into it. I have been looking forward to this conclave for some time, you know.” “‘Tis quite alright.” Morning squeezed my shoulder. “I would just like for us to keep things civil for now.” I bit back my disappointment over the debate being ended so abruptly, but I did not wish to upset Morning by reengaging Magus Topaz. As she said, there would be time to debate later. In the meantime there were other things I could learn while here. “Very well,” I said, attempting to keep irritation out of my voice. “So what were you two talking about before I arrived?” “Just catching up and remembering old times,” Morning said while making circling motions with her hoof. “We are old friends going back to when we were both apprentices.” “Is that so? I did not know that.” That was not welcoming news when Morning’s loyalties to Mother were already in question. More than one pony voted based on who they liked personally, rather than on the issues of the day. I did not believe Morning one to be so feckless, but it was another factor that might help turn her. “Oh yes.” Topaz fixed us with a grin. “It feels like ages ago since we were fillies learning our first spells.” “I know the feeling,” Morning said. “We have come a long way, have we not?” “Is that not true,” Topaz agreed with a nod of her head. “Dost thou remember our first conclave? I remember thee being quite the mediator back in the day.” Morning sighed longingly and her eyes got a distant look about them. “That also feels like ages ago. And to think, ‘twas only the next conclave that I ended up arranging to marry Copper.” “That hardly needs to be in the past.” Topaz patted her friend’s back, causing me to narrow mine eyes. “There are many who remember how it used to be before the war, and I know many would value thee as a mediator once again. Meetings like this become far too contentious without somepony to act as a moderate.” Morning started to speak, but I interrupted her. “I thought we were leaving aside the politics for the night?” I knew what she was attempting now: Topaz did indeed desire to pull Morning from her faction. Considering how many ponies liked Morning, that might well cause enough ponies to step outside of Mother’s faction to form some moderate faction. Instead of the conclave being mostly Daylight and Mother against Topaz and the nobility, it could become a much messier thing. Topaz chuckled to herself and waved the issue off. “Once again, forgive me. Ruminating over the past seems to have made me forget myself.” “One has to wonder if ‘tis the past or actually the future that occupies your mind,” I said. Morning’s ear twitched. “Midnight, be kind to Gleaming. Whatever her opinions or opposition to thy mother, she is still a senior magus and worthy of thy respect.” Mine ears wilted at the rebuke. “My apologies, ‘twas not mine intentions to be rude.” “‘Tis quite alright, Morning,” Topaz assured her. “I know how it can be when you feel passionate about something.” She flashed a smile my way. “To be fair, the past and the future almost inevitably have a way of playing into one another. Everything comes from somewhere, some origin in the past, and as much as the future may wish to break away from it, the past will always tether the future with its chains.” “There is some truth in that,” I said. “History leaves a legacy we cannot completely escape.” ‘Twas probably inevitable that the consequences of the Lunar Rebellion would affect the rest of my life in some manner. The events of that war were far too massive not to, and that was but one legacy left to me and my fellow ponies. Emeraude nodded. “Having been around for a few centuries, I can attest to this.” “All we can do is try and leave behind a legacy better than the one given to us,” Topaz said. “Legacies are ultimately what we are judged for by our descendants.” The voice of a new pony added itself to the conversation. “Magus Gleaming, art thou philosophising with my guests or just getting an early start on the conclave?” Archmagus Tempus Fugit smiled with paternal affection as he walked up to us, his apprentice Tick Tock by his side. Topaz grinned and replied with good-natured cheer. “If you are going to chide me for starting early, Archmagus then I daresay you will need to chide a great many of your guests in turn.” Archmagus Tempus let out a long sigh. “As I feared. Well, nothing to be done about it now.” His gaze swept over the three of us. “I trust that my hospitality has been sufficient? Minus the politics, in any event.” “I can find no fault in your hospitality,” Topaz assured him. “If there is anything to complain about, I assure you the source will not be of your making.” “I do not find the politics burdensome,” I told him. Morning chuckled and wrapped a leg around my own. “I fear that thou art somewhat unique in that, Midnight.” Emeraude chuckled to herself. “One of the reasons why I enjoy her company.” “That is good to hear.” The Archmagus’ smile lost some of its luster as he continued. “Though if I may be honest, I was just checking up on my guests to make sure everything was alright before I retired. This old body of mine no longer possesses the vigor it once had, and the preparations of the last few days have taken their toll.” Topaz shook her head. “We can hardly take offense to you wanting a good night’s rest before the conclave starts tomorrow.” “You do have to take care of yourself at your age,” Morning said. “I am sure we can manage ourselves without you.” “Good, good.” Archmagus Fugit turned his attention my way. “Though if I could impose on thee, Magus Midnight, I was wondering if thou couldst escort this old stallion to his quarters? As thou canst no doubt see, this body is not as young as it once was, and my steps not as sure as they once were when moving up the stairs.” Emeraude nudged me forward. “‘Twould not hurt to make a good impression on an archmagus, even if he is about to retire.” Tick Tock shuffled before addressing his master with a lack of assurance. “I can escort you, Master.” Fugit smiled as he patted his apprentice on the back. “‘Tis quite alright, Tick. Go and enjoy the festivities. Spend some time with thy fellow apprentices.” “It will not be a problem for me to aid the Archmagus,” I assured them. “And I could hardly fail to help such a distinguished pony.” I was quite curious why he had selected me of all ponies to ask for aid. Mayhaps he wished to speak with me about something, e’en if leaving Morning with Topaz was undesirable. I suspected Topaz’s intentions and the possible consequences of her speaking with Morning, but I did not see a way to turn down Fugit without offending him. That would simply not do, and there would be other opportunities to speak with Morning and Topaz later in any event. “Excellent then.” Archmagus Fugit offered me a leg that I took. “Then let me direct thee to my quarters while we have a little chat.”