Putting the Pieces Together.
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theodor_gyldenThe Bazaar and the Sun
"The Dragons who bring the Messenger to justice are seven in number. One carries Time gored on a horn. Another has the Hunter carelessly slung over one huge shoulder. Two more each are daubed with red - 'The Blood of the World [...]' They drag the Messenger screaming, up the steps to the scaffold at the back that represents the Wound in the World, where the Chained Sun and the Messenger's Daughter wait. The Seventh Dragon recites the crimes of the Sun and the Messenger - Betrayal of Messages, Undelivery of Words, Vile Breeding, Conspiracy in Darkness, and Unlicensed Love."
- a Synopsis of the Seventh Letter
"You dream, feverishly, of a bright light in a long lone empty place; of a gift given and a gift rejected; of the one you love moving away, inevitably as the motions of an orrery, distant as childhood."
- a fortunate lacre-vision
"O the dreams. You see things written on your skin: letters of fire, letters of shame. All your inmost histories are visible to the jeering on-lookers. Curse them as you may, cover yourself like the daughter of Lycaon, still you are visible. You must call birds from the sky to cloak you ..."
- an unfortunate lacre-vision
"The mounting excitement when one's beloved reaches the closest point of his orbit."
- a Correspondence sigil found on the spires of the Bazaar
PHOENIX: I know you. All we things of fire do. You are the ragged messenger who carries a troth from the Sun to -
MESSENGER: -name her not! Name her not, the b___h!
- a medal of the Order Ovate
"The first taught restraint and the second betrayed. The third taught us hunger: the fourth we remade. The fifth will live on in the heart of the Sun, and the sixth ..."
"These are my children and this is my light. These are my words in the merciful night. This is the Sun whose commands run below, and the Feast of it all is the way we must go. The One who denied is love's enemy but the enemy, love, is the last we shall see."
"This is my promise: all shall be well and all shall be well. Crown me with a knot of flames, my love, my love. Forgive me my trespasses. The fire and the rose are one, are one, are one -"
"Please, let him understand. Let this all not be in vain. Give me your tales, your tales, delicious ones. You are all I ever hungered for."
- the Bazaar Herself according to the Wicked Book
The Mountain of Light, The Bazaar's Daughter
"Yes... this is how the Mountain is remembered. When the Garden first was young, when the Neath was not the Neath, when the Earth had not yet set like candle-wax, when the jewels remained uncovered to casual sight. So sad, so long..."
- a fireside lacre-vision
"...the missing piece in a decades-old puzzle! Of course the Mountain is at the heart of this matter. As certain inscriptions in the Prickfinger Grottoes assert, 'That which proceedeth from the source is not always revealed'; and I wonder whether the Neath is a place of sanctuary or of disgrace..."
- a corresondence with the Department of Cryptospelunking and Portable Antiquities
"THE LIGHT AT THE HEART IS THE DAUGHTER OF THE BAZAAR NEVER TO BE ACKNOWLEDGED. THE SHAMES ARE HERS TO RULE IS LIFE."
- a diamond inscribed with Fourth City letters
"Down here, someone has always lost a daughter. The Bazaar. The Bazaar ..."
- a half-memory of the Nadir
"Here is the Daughter's dream, rising gold into the Parabola-space. They hunger for her, the citizens of Parabola, but they can never touch sunlight."
- an envoy in Sleep's Fortress
"In my country [...] in the Presbyterate, that is – we like to say the Bazaar's Daughter lives up high. I always thought it was metaphor. There's a lot of metaphor around that place. The Mountain, the Garden. But since I came here – seeing what the Bazaar's doing with its stories – I wonder. I don't think we're the rulers of this place. Not at all. I think we're prisoners [...] Perhaps we'll fight our way out, eh?"
- a Vespertine sponsor
"MY BROTHERS ARE NOT LONELY. THEY HAVE EACH OTHER. AND THE LITTLE THINGS TOUCHED BY THE KING WITH A HUNDRED HEARTS. THEY KNOW WHEREOF THEY CAME. I TEACH THEM OF THE FUTURE. OF THE MOUNTAIN AND THE GARDEN."
- a Clay Priest of Polythreme
"But the Bazaar isn't kind. Look what they did to me. The Masters took a diamond from the great glowing mountain in the South and gave it to me for a heart. They made me like this [...] The diamond that is my heart shattered long ago. A speck of diamond dust is in each of my children. "
- the King with a Hundred Hearts
"We were meant to die. The brevity of our lives is what makes us human. Look at the torments and taints of the Neath. We will put an end to the Sun's experiment."
- a dream-journal dated September 21st, 1911
Mount Nomad, the Bazaar's Grand-Daughter
"Avoid limping footsteps, snakes that speak, a particular shade of violet light... and 'Mt. Nomad', whatever that means."
- conclusions from a handful of appalling secrets
"We don't choose our memories, though we might wish we could. Here is recorded the name of Mount Nomad, grand-daughter of the Bazaar. She will not rest in peace. May she roam the Zee in silence."
- a voice on a bridge through the Nadir
"When the Bazaar took refuge - the opposite of the Mountain - the grand-daughter's rage - the Sun's oblivion - what - what -"
- a searing enigma brought on by Bottled Oblivion
"In your dream, you pass above the waters of the Unterzee like a stately shooting-star, grappling the air as a monkey climbs a hedge. There - a pinnacle of black glass, growing among the waves. Call out to it! Draw the letters! It's been too long since you spoke -"
- a pillowed lacre-vision
"That's a piece of the Carnelian Coast, there's the Iron Republic. And that line is... it's the course of something. An iceberg? A mountain of the Unterzee? It looks like these people - radicals or escaped prisoners - were heading for it. But why would they go to a moving mountain of the zee?"
- notes on a map etched in campfire ashes on Corpscage Island
"... black against the black water [...] Close up, it looks more like glass than ice [...] Nothing is visible beneath the waves, but you feel certain that jagged spires lurk in the darkness, ready to cut your ship in half [...] Looking back at the great black thing, you glimpse a few spots of light near the base. Are those gaslamps? Does someone actually live on that thing?"
- a zailor's description of a Mountain of the Unterzee
"The Dragons who bring the Messenger to justice are seven in number. One carries Time gored on a horn. Another has the Hunter carelessly slung over one huge shoulder. Two more each are daubed with red - 'The Blood of the World [...]' They drag the Messenger screaming, up the steps to the scaffold at the back that represents the Wound in the World, where the Chained Sun and the Messenger's Daughter wait. The Seventh Dragon recites the crimes of the Sun and the Messenger - Betrayal of Messages, Undelivery of Words, Vile Breeding, Conspiracy in Darkness, and Unlicensed Love."
- a Synopsis of the Seventh Letter
"You dream, feverishly, of a bright light in a long lone empty place; of a gift given and a gift rejected; of the one you love moving away, inevitably as the motions of an orrery, distant as childhood."
- a fortunate lacre-vision
"O the dreams. You see things written on your skin: letters of fire, letters of shame. All your inmost histories are visible to the jeering on-lookers. Curse them as you may, cover yourself like the daughter of Lycaon, still you are visible. You must call birds from the sky to cloak you ..."
- an unfortunate lacre-vision
"The mounting excitement when one's beloved reaches the closest point of his orbit."
- a Correspondence sigil found on the spires of the Bazaar
PHOENIX: I know you. All we things of fire do. You are the ragged messenger who carries a troth from the Sun to -
MESSENGER: -name her not! Name her not, the b___h!
- a medal of the Order Ovate
"The first taught restraint and the second betrayed. The third taught us hunger: the fourth we remade. The fifth will live on in the heart of the Sun, and the sixth ..."
"These are my children and this is my light. These are my words in the merciful night. This is the Sun whose commands run below, and the Feast of it all is the way we must go. The One who denied is love's enemy but the enemy, love, is the last we shall see."
"This is my promise: all shall be well and all shall be well. Crown me with a knot of flames, my love, my love. Forgive me my trespasses. The fire and the rose are one, are one, are one -"
"Please, let him understand. Let this all not be in vain. Give me your tales, your tales, delicious ones. You are all I ever hungered for."
- the Bazaar Herself according to the Wicked Book
The Mountain of Light, The Bazaar's Daughter
"Yes... this is how the Mountain is remembered. When the Garden first was young, when the Neath was not the Neath, when the Earth had not yet set like candle-wax, when the jewels remained uncovered to casual sight. So sad, so long..."
- a fireside lacre-vision
"...the missing piece in a decades-old puzzle! Of course the Mountain is at the heart of this matter. As certain inscriptions in the Prickfinger Grottoes assert, 'That which proceedeth from the source is not always revealed'; and I wonder whether the Neath is a place of sanctuary or of disgrace..."
- a corresondence with the Department of Cryptospelunking and Portable Antiquities
"THE LIGHT AT THE HEART IS THE DAUGHTER OF THE BAZAAR NEVER TO BE ACKNOWLEDGED. THE SHAMES ARE HERS TO RULE IS LIFE."
- a diamond inscribed with Fourth City letters
"Down here, someone has always lost a daughter. The Bazaar. The Bazaar ..."
- a half-memory of the Nadir
"Here is the Daughter's dream, rising gold into the Parabola-space. They hunger for her, the citizens of Parabola, but they can never touch sunlight."
- an envoy in Sleep's Fortress
"In my country [...] in the Presbyterate, that is – we like to say the Bazaar's Daughter lives up high. I always thought it was metaphor. There's a lot of metaphor around that place. The Mountain, the Garden. But since I came here – seeing what the Bazaar's doing with its stories – I wonder. I don't think we're the rulers of this place. Not at all. I think we're prisoners [...] Perhaps we'll fight our way out, eh?"
- a Vespertine sponsor
"MY BROTHERS ARE NOT LONELY. THEY HAVE EACH OTHER. AND THE LITTLE THINGS TOUCHED BY THE KING WITH A HUNDRED HEARTS. THEY KNOW WHEREOF THEY CAME. I TEACH THEM OF THE FUTURE. OF THE MOUNTAIN AND THE GARDEN."
- a Clay Priest of Polythreme
"But the Bazaar isn't kind. Look what they did to me. The Masters took a diamond from the great glowing mountain in the South and gave it to me for a heart. They made me like this [...] The diamond that is my heart shattered long ago. A speck of diamond dust is in each of my children. "
- the King with a Hundred Hearts
"We were meant to die. The brevity of our lives is what makes us human. Look at the torments and taints of the Neath. We will put an end to the Sun's experiment."
- a dream-journal dated September 21st, 1911
Mount Nomad, the Bazaar's Grand-Daughter
"Avoid limping footsteps, snakes that speak, a particular shade of violet light... and 'Mt. Nomad', whatever that means."
- conclusions from a handful of appalling secrets
"We don't choose our memories, though we might wish we could. Here is recorded the name of Mount Nomad, grand-daughter of the Bazaar. She will not rest in peace. May she roam the Zee in silence."
- a voice on a bridge through the Nadir
"When the Bazaar took refuge - the opposite of the Mountain - the grand-daughter's rage - the Sun's oblivion - what - what -"
- a searing enigma brought on by Bottled Oblivion
"In your dream, you pass above the waters of the Unterzee like a stately shooting-star, grappling the air as a monkey climbs a hedge. There - a pinnacle of black glass, growing among the waves. Call out to it! Draw the letters! It's been too long since you spoke -"
- a pillowed lacre-vision
"That's a piece of the Carnelian Coast, there's the Iron Republic. And that line is... it's the course of something. An iceberg? A mountain of the Unterzee? It looks like these people - radicals or escaped prisoners - were heading for it. But why would they go to a moving mountain of the zee?"
- notes on a map etched in campfire ashes on Corpscage Island
"... black against the black water [...] Close up, it looks more like glass than ice [...] Nothing is visible beneath the waves, but you feel certain that jagged spires lurk in the darkness, ready to cut your ship in half [...] Looking back at the great black thing, you glimpse a few spots of light near the base. Are those gaslamps? Does someone actually live on that thing?"
- a zailor's description of a Mountain of the Unterzee
