Legion and the Emperor's Soul by Brandon Sanderson Read Free Book Online

air.”
    “That’s ridiculous.”
    “It’s science,” I said, looking up at the face of the church. What we’re doing here is ridiculous.
    And yet . . .
    “All I know,” she said, “is that Razon had to go to a place to take pictures of it.”
    “All right,” I said. “One more. What’s he like? Personality?”
    “Abrasive,” she said immediately. “Argumentative. And he is very protective of his equipment. I’m sure half of the reason he got away with the camera was because he’d repeatedly convinced us he was OCD with his stuff, so we gave him too much leniency.”
    Eventually, our group made its way into the church. The stuffy air carried the sounds of whispering tourists and feet shuffling on the stones. It was still a functioning place of worship.
    “We’re missing something, Steve,” Ivy said, falling into step beside me. “We’re ignoring an important part of the puzzle.”
    “Any guesses?” I asked, looking over the highly ornamented insides of the church.
    “I’m working on it.”
    “Wait,” J.C. said, sauntering up. “Ivy, you think we’re missing something, but you don’t know what it is, and have no clue what it might be?”
    “Basically,” Ivy said.
    “Hey, skinny,” he said to me, “I think I’m missing a million dollars, but I don’t know why, or have any clue as to how I might have earned it. But I’m really sure I’m missing it. So if you could do something about that . . .”
    “You are such a buffoon,” Ivy said.
    “That there, that thing I said,” J.C. continued, “that was a metaphor .”
    “No,” she said, “it was a logical proof.”
    “Huh?”
    “One intended to demonstrate that you’re an idiot. Oh! Guess what? The proof was a success! Quod erat demonstrandum . We can accurately say, without equivocation, that you are, indeed, an idiot.”
    The two of them walked off, continuing the argument. I shook my head, moving deeper into the church. The place where the crucifixion had supposedly taken place was marked by a gilded alcove, congested with both tourists and the devout. I folded my arms, displeased. Many of the tourists were taking photographs.
    “What?” Monica asked me.
    “I’d hoped they’d forbid flash photography,” I said. “Most places like this do.” If Razon had tried to use his, it would have made it more likely that someone had spotted him.
    Perhaps it was forbidden, but the security guards standing nearby didn’t seem to care what people did.
    “We’ll start looking,” Monica said, gesturing curtly to her men. The three of them moved through the crowd, going about our fragile plan—which was to try to find someone at one of the holy sites who remembered seeing Razon.
    I waited, noticing that a couple of the security guards nearby were chatting in Hebrew. One waved to the other, apparently going off duty, and began to walk away.
    “Kalyani,” I said. “With me.”
    “Of course, of course, Mister Steve.” She joined me with a hop in her step as we walked up to the departing guard.
    The guard gave me a tired look.
    “ Hello, ” I said in Hebrew with Kalyani’s help. I’d first mutter under my breath what I wanted to say, so she could translate it for me. “ I apologize for my terrible Hebrew! ”
    He paused, then smiled. “ It’s not so bad. ”
    “ It’s dreadful. ”
    “ You are Jewish? ” he guessed. “ From the States? ”
    “ Actually, I’m not Jewish, though I am from the States. I just think a man should try to learn a country’s language before he visits. ”
    The guard smiled. He seemed an amiable enough fellow; of course, most people were. And they liked to see foreigners trying their own language. We chatted some more as he walked, and I found that he was indeed going off duty. Someone was coming to pick him up, but he didn’t seem to mind talking to me while he waited. I tried to make it obvious that I wanted to practice my language by speaking with a native.
    His name was Moshe, and he worked