Chapter 9:
The Dread Ark. Min-Uroikas. He now dreamed the experiences of some other soul, a captive of the Consult, shuffling to his doom in the belly of wicked Golgotterath.
I am thinking that these dreams are indeed probably from Nau-Cayûti's perspective.
He shudders with silent laughter. "Sometimes souls get mixed up. Sometimes the dead bounce! Sometimes old men awaken behind the eyes of babes! Sometimes wolves..."
I wonder if he is right in this? Does he mean that Kosoter is actually someone else?
"Found him like a coin in the dirt!"
"But where? How?"
"After we took Carythusal, when they disbanded the Eastern Zaudunyani... they sent us north to Hûnoreal, he-he!"
"Sent you? Who sent you?"
"The Ministrate. The Holies. Stack skinnies, they said. Haul the bales and keep the gold—they don't care about gold, the Holies. Just stay on the southeastern marches of Galeoth, they said. Nowhere else? No. No. Just there..."
Interesting. What was Cleric doing
there though, of all places? It's not coincidence though, that is for certain. Perhaps he was drawn to Akka as well, somehow?
"Your Chorae," it says with her voice. "Give it to me and I can save you."
What? She clasps the pouch where it hangs between her breasts.
"No! No more games! Tell me how!"
This is the part that Bolivar had mentioned earlier. Indeed, the skin-spy changed gear and now wants Cleric dead. I do think that it is to keep them all from reaching the Library though.
"I remember coming down from high mountains, and treating with Mannish Kings..."
He sits cross-legged, his forearms extended across his knees, his head hanging from his shoulders.
"I remember seducing wives... healing infant princes..."
Healing? Through sorcery? We've never seen that before. He could just mean with medicine though, during the Tutelage perhaps.
"You..." the flawless face said. "You remind me... of someone... I think..."
Perhaps his wife? Or one of his human concubines?
"Ashes..." she almost whispered. "Ashes from the pyre."
Something in this stirred him, as if she had kicked a long-gutted fire and discovered coals—deep burning coals.
"Ashes? Who?"
He slowed, allowing her to outrun the sun's glare. He blinked at the immobility of her expression.
"Cû'jara Cinmoi... I think..."
I had totally missed this before. It is probably true too. Perhaps this is why, if the Qirri and the Chanv are actually the same thing, their effects are only somewhat similar. The power level of the one burned is proportional to strength of Qirri.