one did, he thought. He had to take the threat seriously.
Whether it was all lies or all the truth, though, he had to finish this climb.
He had no way of knowing if the chute was intact. A fall could well kill him, even if it wasn’t meant to. Maybe it was true and earlier pilgrims had had multiple chances. That didn’t matter. Gavin had to make it on the first try. Full stop.
He had to get to the top before Sun Day, or Karris would die. Magic had to die, or Karris would.
One try.
“Well, it’s not like I haven’t been here before,” Gavin said, looking off the edge.
“On a real pilgrimage?” Orholam asked.
“How ’bout you pray silently, and not fall to your death?” Gavin suggested.
Orholam shut up. For once.
“Here, as in facing the impossible, with no help, certainly not from you,” Gavin said.
Seven gates he’d cleared, claiming seven stones he was supposed to be able to redeem to get seven boons. Gavin had planned out what boons he’d asked of Orholam, too, with feebly growing hope in his heart:
1. That Karris will live
2. That I recover my powers
Perhaps this was a cheat, asking too many things, for it would require the restoration of his color vision, and to be able to draft all his colors again, and to split light again. He didn’t know how legalistic Orholam would be with His boons, or how general Gavin could be, or how audacious the boons requested could be. But audacity had served him well in his life.
3. That I get vengeance on those who have wronged me
4. That I will reign again as Prism
5. That Kip will get the father he deserves
Whether that would be Gavin himself (only better than he was now), or if that was some other father figure, Gavin didn’t know. Either, maybe.
6. That I will save the Seven Satrapies
Not just limp along through this war, but really, really make it. Thrive, even.
7. That Karris will forgive me
Maybe that was too much to ask. Maybe the boons couldn’t force people to do what they didn’t want to do. That would be the kind of stricture Orholam would abide, wouldn’t it? Something easier, then:
7. That Marissia will find happiness
Yeah, she deserved that. That she would have an overflowing life somewhere, with someone better to her than he’d been.
That was the order, too. Funny, his priorities. The only one he thought was in an acceptable place was the first: Karris. Even a year ago, he’d not have put that there.
And really, the survival of the Seven Satrapies should be his highest priority.
Only one goal was fully un-self-interested. Nope, wait: No, not even saving the Seven Satrapies was really disinterested, was it? Hard to be the Prism over nothing, wasn’t it?
“What do you call it when you realize you’ve been an asshole your whole life?” Gavin asked.
“A good start?” Orholam offered.
Gavin opened the pocket that held the boon stone for overcoming Lust. A beautiful green stone, Orholam had told him. Beautiful and weighty.
‘That Marissia Will Find Happiness’ lay heavy in his hand as he hefted it.
I didn’t come this far to only come this far.
He tossed the boon stone off the side of the tower. Something shifted in the world, or in him, but he couldn’t tell what it was.
No matter. He couldn’t make the jump while he was still weighed down with so much.
He opened the pocket that held Greed’s boon stone, but it caught in his fingers. He had to think for a long time what boon he would sacrifice here. In the end, he decided to give up ‘That I Will Reign Again as Prism.’ He tossed the orange stone aside and instantly felt lighter.
He shrugged his shoulders, tested how his body felt.
He stared heavenward, and dread filled him.
I feel lighter because I’m giving up my hopes.
“What are you doing?” Orholam asked.
“You know the thing about me?” Gavin asked.
“I know many things about you.”
“The most important one.”
“I think I’m not supposed to say aloud what I think that is,” Orholam said. “I could pray for wisd—”
“I’ll do whatever I must to win.”
“A universal failing of the Guiles.”
Next pocket, opened. Sloth’s stone.
‘That I Will Save the Seven Satrapies’ dropped by the wayside.
It was a death.
“I should have known,” Gavin said, “that any hope You’d give would be short-lived. Deceptive. You are astonishing in Your parsimony. You give and You take away, I suppose? Is that what we humble pilgrims are to learn?”
“It seems to me that He’s taking nothing from