So, while I wait for TGO, I am unwilling to pollute my readerly pallet with things other than Bakker, to facilitate a quicker and better read of it when I do get it. This means all I have to read are Atrocity Tales. So, in the spirit of The Slog, I am going to look at Knife and see what I see.
Part 1 for today:
They could sense it in him even then, the Incarnal, the patter of some unseen pulse, beating as quickly as murder
I do believe this is our first introduction into what the Incarnal is.
But the man was anything but–Eryelk could see it.
All sorcerers bore the Mark of their sin.
So, Eryelk is one of the Few, which is pretty interesting.
He had stood as he always stood in the blood-drenched aftermath of the Incarnal, alone, surrounded by the pulped wreckage of what had once been living.
A hint at the the Incarnal is...
‘It is my other face.’
So, the Incarnal is the manifestation of his second heart, the mask that heart's face?
‘You speak of the necessity of deceit,’ Eryelk scoffed. ‘I speak of truth.’
As old as Ancient Shir, they said. The Sranc Pits, a ziggurat gutted for the sake of death.
Boma-boma-boma-boma...
The rat’s whiskers twitched in surprise.
‘Truth?’ he snapped. ‘Oh... you mean lies that win.’
They knew him not at all, the Holca realized–or nothing of the Incarnal, at least.
Seemingly my above interpretation seems correct.
The Incarnal though isn't a second face, really, but rather the true face. Actually, I take that back, I think what he means is that the mask does not
conceal, but rather
reveals.
‘The rat that burns other rats, that would rule over other rats, become tyrant of the rat nation...’
His voice–his hatred–had become as a grinding mill.
Boma-boma-boma-boma...
‘Silence, cur!’
Boma-boma-boma-boma...
‘...that would worshipped as the Rat of Rats...’
I wonder if this is the Incarnal talking here? He certainly mocks the Spire's intentions, reading them correctly too.
‘Uh! Even the mask reeks.’
‘Aye. Sulphur...’
Feminine voices, young and old.
‘Sorcery?’
‘That is why we did what we did.’
So, they did know of the Incarnal, at least, the higher-ups did...
The carriage sat upon black-lacquered yokes long enough for some twenty or more bearers, but possessing only twelve, slaves that in no way resembled slaves, armed and armoured as they were.
3801 is the year that the Scarlet Spires "create" the Javreh, this story shows why then really.
No man craved both wisdom and peril as he did. His was an upside-down soul, the Sranc slaver insisted, one that, combined with a Holca frame, made him as rare as nimil. “If only you had will, boy, discipline, the whole Three Seas would tremble!”
I don't think I was alone in thinking that the concept of the upside-down soul was more profound than it really is. I think in actuality it is simply a soul who is truly a collection of opposite and seemingly incongruous motivations.
‘So it’s true. You do not recall what you do, when Gilgaöl seizes your soul.’
Considering how active the Gods are in the AE, I think before the Slog I would have doubted that Gilgaöl was actually involved, but now I kind of do believe it.
And with that, the floors seemed to plummet, dissolve into a Pit more profound than any he had mastered.
This must be the Diamos, right? Opening the Pit is opening a way for a ciphrang to influence Eryelk?