The Great Defense of Layosah

The Great Defense of Layosah

Peter Orullian
illustration by kekai kotaki

Introduction by James Frenkel

The story that follows is the second work of fiction set in the Vault of Heaven universe by a new epic fantasy writer named Peter Orullian. These stories introduce a world of long, tragic history in which there are no easy answers, and many mysteries that will be revealed, each in its own time, many of them in The Vault of Heaven, a series of novels which Tor will begin publishing with The Unremembered this April.

In December, Tor.com published “Sacrifice of the First Sheason”; following “The Great Defense of Layosah,” Tor.com will publish one more story set in this universe. Each of these stories is independent of the novels and of the other stories, though they share the same background.

At Tor, we have published quite a number of epic fantasy authors, and I personally have edited a lot of different series, from the multi-layered epics of Kate Elliott’s Crossroads books to the early heroic tales of Terry Goodkind; from David B. Coe’s Forelands and Southlands sagas to the Long Price Quartet of Daniel Abraham...and many others equally memorable. At SF conventions, readers will often ask me which is the epic fantasy that I love the most, but that’s a question I have never been able to answer. It’s like asking a parent which is his favorite child. It’s an impossible question.

They’re all different, of course, each with its own pleasures and rewards. The other question readers ask is what attracts me to the work or one author or another. And that’s not quite as hard to answer: I like what I like. Editors are readers first, and what we like as readers is...well, like any reader, we know when we see something we really like.

When I first read Peter Orullian’s early draft of The Unremembered, I was attracted by the characters, and then by mysteries in the story that made me feel I absolutely had to find out what was going on. Then, as I read more, I realized that I was hooked on his world, which has a rich history and culture, as well as some surprises I couldn’t have anticipated.

I also was fascinated by the unique connection of music to the magic of the world, something that readers will discover in The Unremembered. And there is a passion running through his narrative that is the hallmark of great storytelling. Without the excitement of great storytelling, there is no great epic fantasy.

 


 

Layosah Reyal sat at her kitchen table across from the two visitors, and ignored them. In her arms, her baby started to cry. She whispered softly to Audra to sootheher, as the two soldiers from the Recityv army patiently waited. The closer man balled a fist, his leather glove creaking in the stillness. Layosah had noticed her callers’ clean cloaks and polished blades when they entered her home—these were no men-at-arms, but a special envoy. She knew it to be true when she finally looked up from Audra and saw the look in their eyes. That, and the carefully bound package the second man held in almost ceremonial fashion.

“Anais Layosah Reyal . . .” The first soldier paused, his gaze gentle and kind. She was already nodding. “Anais Layosah,” he started again, softer, “by custom we come to honor your son’s sacrifice in the defense of his nation, his people, his brothers . . . and his family.” The young soldier looked down at Audra. “We will mourn with you.”

The empty ache spread in her stomach again, as it had before. She began to tremble. The second soldier quickly rose and lit the kitchen hearth behind her. Neither spoke until more light and warmth came to the small kitchen—a place once filled with the voices of her family raised over endfast smells of fried root and morning honey bread.

The silence gave Layosah time to travel back through memory, where she caught glimpses of smiles and laughter and her husband Eddock’s strong but careful touch—it had been his gentleness that had convinced her to accept his proposal to wed.The first soldier—he looked so young, hardly older than . . . she mustn’t think that—cleared his throat, breaking the spell of her reverie, and drew her back to the dreadful reality of the present.

He began to speak. “Anais Layosah, some weeks ago, at the far end of the kingdom of Nallan, General Stallworth’s army was beset by legions out of the Bourne. They came unexpectedly, a great dark army three times the size of the one we were already fighting. Weary men took up their blades and met the Quiet with valor, but many . . . most . . . were lost.”

Tears for her lost son began to fall hot and silent down Layosah’s cheeks. As the young soldier spoke, she imagined her son Aelon, barely eighteen, fighting, struggling, up to his last breath.

Six, she thought. I’ve lost six.

Her eldest boy, Maalen, had gone first. He and Eddock had joined the ranks of General Stallworth’s army together. Eddock had returned from that first march alone. A year later, Toele, her next boy. And two years on from that, Simick. Another great march—three years after Simick had been laid down—had sent both her beloved and his younger brother, Ren, north through the Wynstout Dominion; this time, neither returned.

The law required healthy men who reached the age of eighteen and had passed their Change into accountability to take up the crimson banner of Recityv and fight in this endless war.

So it was that all her older sons had gone. And Eddock was gone, leaving her alone and pregnant with a child whose face her father would never see, a child whose surprise arrival had brought some happiness to her when her heart grieved for the children she had already lost. She looked down at Audra. “Six,” she whispered to the babe, then took a shuddering breath, the full force of her grief descending upon her.

In her sorrow, and looking at the child in her arms, she recalled becoming pregnant for the first time, and Eddock’s joy over the news.

“I must buy milk this time,” she had said.

Her husband had frowned. “Hate the taste of it. Don’t waste the coin.”

“It’s not for you,” Layosah told him, a hint of something more in her voice.

He looked up from the blade grip he sat lashing. “We don’t have money for milk . . . why milk?” he asked, understanding beginning to bloom in his face—milk was said to be the best nourishment for a mother with child.

“His name will be Maalen,” Layosah said. “Your father’s name. And if he’s half as stubborn as you are, I swear I will—”

But she never finished her oath, as Eddock stood, pulled her close, and put his mouth on hers. After a long kiss, he had drawn back and given her a playfully mocking smile. “Milk?”

Forever after, the sight or smell of it had reminded her of that first happiness over the beginnings of their family.

The messenger had continued to speak as she had remembered that moment, remembered her beloved and all her sons whose blood had been shed in this never-ending war against the Bourne.  These purveyors of ill news came weekly back to Recityv, into the homes of the fallen, to honor their memory and sacrifice by making a full accounting of how they had fought . . . and died.

“Yours is a grim task,” she said softly, interrupting the young soldier.

He showed her a forlorn smile. “Yes, Anais, a grim labor. But for your ears alone . . . I would rather someone else convey these tidings so that I could seemy sword stained and nicked.” The young man slowly ran a hand down his scabbard. “It is a shame to wear a merely ceremonial blade.”

“Your mother may not think so,” Layosah replied.

The second soldier, an older man—giving her the sense that, of the two, the younger had the greater gift for words—stepped around the table, and knelt. He drew forth the long, wrapped parcel he’d been so protectively holding, and held it out to her on open palms.

Layosah looked first at the bearer, then at the gift. No secret was this. Neatly wrapped in fine brushed leathers would be her Aelon’s sword and some of his personal effects, too. She looked at it for a moment before great uncontrollable sobs racked her body.. Her heart ached yet again when she turned weeping eyes to the left, where the wall had been fixed with pegs, upon which five other swords now rested—the markers of her dead sons and her beloved.

In her anguish, she held Audra close, fearful that her child would one day be sitting in her own home, in her own kitchen, receiving such news. It was a legacy the women of Recityv had shared for generations. She had too many friends who had likewise lost their sons, and who were now little more than mothers whose wombs manufactured soldiers to go and die in faraway places; mothers whose wombs created daughters who grew only, it seemed, to suffer as their mothers suffered, to hear the same dark tidings.

We are the wombs of war, she thought, as she so often had. In fact, many women—now childless by virtue of this war—had formed a sisterhood in Recityv. Until this moment, they’d mostly comforted one another when news came of fallen loved ones. Until this moment, they’d found a hard-won pride in being “wombs of war.” Until this moment, which, of all the moments that had come before, struck her differently . . . because her last child, like her, would bear life unto death, would be left behind to grieve as she did now.

No more. I will not give Recityv another daughter for its war.

She looked down at Audra. You will not be a womb of war. Even if I must . . . But she left that thought unfinished.

25 comments
Rob Moffett
1. lizrdgizrd
That was really powerful. I'm looking forward to reading this series.
Rowanmdm
2. Rowanmdm
Wow. I'm tearing up at work. I'm really starting to look forward to this series.
Ciel F.
3. Shadaras
Lovely story. (Save for the name 'Recityv'. I keep pronouncing it as 'Re: City Vee' and cannot get a good handle on how it should be pronounced.) I'm definitely looking forward to this series.
Rowanmdm
4. Gigi1983
Thank you for sharing this. I hop to read more of your work
Peter.
Rowanmdm
5. TarotByArwen
I found this piece to be very compelling. I will look this author up. I read the first story after reading this one. This is the one that hooked me.
Carolyn Steele
6. DACellist
Very powerful, indeed. I think I'll need to go look up “Sacrifice of the First Sheason” now.

@Shadaras: I suspect the city's name, Recityv, might be modeled after the musical term "recitative," but without the third syllable. (At least, that's where I got the pronunciation I was using, "reh-si-teev.") Opera singers use this style of music when a character is giving a speech.
nancy m
7. indiie
Amazing story, thank you so much, Peter. I look forward to reading more.
Rachel Russell
10. RachelRussell
I definitely enjoyed this story.

Very well-written, and evoked an emotional response. I love stories like that.
Mat Jessop
12. Matjess
A fascinating and utterly new approach to Medieval war stories. I could feel her emotion throughout the passage, but it was not until I read this:


“You will rest. Then you will tell me of the men who carried these swords. Each one. Sparing nothing.”



that I was almost overtaken by a soundless sob.
Jim Bennett
13. chricton
I've read both stories and think these origin stories to be excellent. The first setting the stage, as it were, for the continued development of the world; this second some untold generations hence where clearly the Bourne, or Veil, has been compromised. An interesting decision Peter made to use the term for the boundary as it is known by the "Quiet" rather than that of the Founders who put it in place. But time is a great eater of knowledge.

While I'd love to see another pre-novel origin story (and there is room for many such) and although I believe I see where the remaining one will fit, I'd like more to see a story set in the timeframe of the forthcoming novel, with all major World elements inplace.
Rowanmdm
14. malazan
hey,TOR,why cant i download this to read like i was able to download the 1st story?

cmon,dont be so greedy!
John Mallick
15. Malazan
so when is the next story coming out?

how many stories will be released in total before the book comes out?
Spencer Pr
16. mycoltbug
The book The Vault of Heaven last I read was coming out April 12th. There will be 4 short stories released.

This is an amazing story. I can't wait for the book to come out.
Rowanmdm
18. Insvims
Would be nice to have this as a pdf for download to Kindle, as was the case with the first story.
Chuk Goodin
20. Chuk
The pic, the title, and the description all made me think this would be more EFP (although being on Tor.com was a point in its favour.) I only decided to read it yesterday when I read the author's interview with Brent Weeks. Glad I did, I'm looking forward to the book now.
Rowanmdm
21. Amos Paulsen
I'm really impressed with the artist who did the great painting for this and The Sacrifice of the First Sheason. He has some excellent work in his portfolio.

I also like the idea of expanding the visions of this world and its history through these longer short stories. The plot was incredible, though I think in terms of pacing it might have been better served as a novella. All of which means I want to see Mr. Orullian's hand at a longer work, and am looking forward to his first novel coming out soon.
Rowanmdm
22. acmedude
Peter has posted some movies/short stories on his website about different characters in his upcoming book. Part 3 was posted today

http://orullian.com/vaults/media.html

Good Stuff. Can't wait for the book to come out in a month.
Robert Matheny
23. rsmpdx
Awesome story, looking forward to hearing more from Mr. O.
Rowanmdm
24. Jen Bagley
Peter! Brilliant! Not only is this beautifully written, it really gets to the heart of the sacrifices that the characters in The Unremembered are going to have to make. I love the image of Layosah and the gathered crowd all holding up their children.

Thanks for coming on Skiffy and Fanty! We look forward to more books and more interviews! :)
Rowanmdm
25. Sabet
Actually, that was pretty good. I was begining to worry that Layosah would say something like:
"Stop the war. Make peace with them, and I don't care how. If we have to be under their rules, then be it"
But thankfully that didn't happen.

Is there a sequence for reading the short ones?

Thanks

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