2920 , vol 07 - Sun ' s Height Summary . A part of the twelve volume set " 2920 " . Content . 4 Sun ' s Height , 2920The Imperial City , Cyrodiil The Emperor Reman III and his Potentate Versidue - Shaie took a stroll around the Imperial Gardens . Studded with statuary and fountains , the north gardens fit the Emperor ' s mood , as well as being the coolest acreage in the City during the heat of summertide . Austere , tiered flowerbeds of blue - gray and green towered all around them as they walked . " Vivec agreed to the Prince ' s terms for peace , " said Reman . " My son will be returning in two weeks ' time . " " This is excellent news , " said the Potentate carefully . " I hope the Dunmer will honor the terms . We might have asked for more . The fortress at Black Gate , for example . But I suppose the Prince knows what is reasonable . He would not cripple the Empire just for peace . " " I have been thinking lately of Rijja and what caused her to plot against my life , " said the Emperor , pausing to admire a statue of the Slave Queen Alessia before continuing . " The only thing I can think of to account for it is that she admired my son too much . She may have loved me for my power and my personality , but he , after all , is young and handsome and will one day inherit my throne . She must have thought that if I were dead , she could have an Emperor who had both youth and power . " " The Prince . . . was in on this plot ? " asked Versidue - Shaie . It was a difficult game to play , anticipating where the Emperor ' s paranoia would strike next . " Oh , I don ' t think so , " said Reman , smiling . " No , my son loves me well . " " Are you aware that Corda , Rijja ' s sister is an initiate of the Morwha conservatorium in Hegathe ? " asked the Potentate . " Morwha ? " asked the Emperor . " I ' ve forgotten : which god is that ? " " Lusty fertility goddess of the Yokudans , " replied the Potentate . " But not too lusty , like Dibella . Demure , but certainly sexual . " " I am through with lusty women . The Empress , Rijja , all too lusty , a lust for love leads to a lust for power , " the Emperor shrugged his shoulders . " But a priestess - in - training with a certain healthy appetite sounds ideal . Now what were you saying about the Black Gate ? " 6 Sun ' s Height , 2920 Thurzo Fortress , Cyrodiil Rijja stood quietly looking at the cold stone floor while the Emperor spoke . He had never before seen her so pale and joyless . She might at least be pleased that she was being freed , being returned to her homeland . Why , if she left now , she could be in Hammerfell by the Merchant ' s Festival . Nothing he said seemed to register any reaction from her . A month and a half ' s stay in Thurzo Fortress seemed to have killed her spirit . " I was thinking , " said the Emperor at last . " Of having your younger sister Corda up to the palace for a time . I think she would prefer it over the conservatorium in Hegathe , don ' t you ? " Reaction , at last . Rijja looked at the Emperor with animal hatred , flinging herself at him in a rage . Her fingernails had grown long since her imprisonment and she raked them across his face , into his eyes . He howled with pain , and his guards pulled her off , pummeling her with blows from the back of their swords , until she was knocked unconscious . A healer was called at once , but the Emperor Reman III had lost his right eye . 23 Sun ' s Height , 2920 Balmora , Morrowind Vivec pulled himself from the water , feeling the heat of the day washed from his skin , taking a towel from one of his servants . Sotha Sil watched his old friend from the balcony . " It looks like you ' ve picked up a few more scars since I last saw you , " said the sorcerer . " Azura grant it that I have no more for a while , " laughed Vivec . " When did you arrive ? " " A little over an hour ago , " said Sotha Sil , walking down the stairs to the water ' s edge . " I thought I was coming to end a war , but it seems you ' ve done it without me . " " Yes , eighty years is long enough for ceaseless battle , " replied Vivec , embracing Sotha Sil . " We made concessions , but so did they . When the old Emperor is dead , we may be entering a golden age . Prince Juilek is very wise for his age . Where is Almalexia ? " " Collecting the Duke of Mournhold . They should be here tomorrow afternoon . " The men were distracted at a sight from around the corner of the palace - a rider was approaching through the town , heading for the front steps . It was evident that the woman had been riding hard for some time . They met her in the study , where she burst in , breathing hard . " We have been betrayed , " she gasped . " The Imperial Army has seized the Black Gate . " 24 Sun ' s Height , 2920Balmora , Morrowind It was the first time in seventeen years that the three members of the Morrowind Tribunal had met in the same place , since Sotha Sil had left for Artaeum . All three wished that the circumstances of their reunion were different . " From what we ' ve learned , while the Prince was returning to Cyrodiil to the south , a second Imperial Army came down from the north , " said Vivec to his stony - faced compatriots . " It is reasonable to assume Juilek didn ' t know about the attack . " " But neither would it be unreasonable to suppose that he planned on being a distraction while the Emperor launched the attack on Black Gate , " said Sotha Sil . " This must be considered a break of the truce . " " Where is the Duke of Mournhold ? " asked Vivec . " I would hear his thoughts on the matter . " " He is meeting with the Night Mother in Tel Aruhn , " said Almalexia , quietly . " I told him to wait until he had spoken with you , but he said that the matter had waited long enough . " " He would involve the Morag Tong ? In outside affairs ? " Vivec shook his head , and looked to Sotha Sil : " Please , do what you can . Assassination will only move us backwards . This matter must be settled with diplomacy or battle . " 25 Sun ' s Height , 2920Tel Aruhn , Morrowind The Night Mother met Sotha Sil in her salon , lit only by the moon . She was cruelly beautiful dressed in a simple silk black robe , lounging across her divan . With a gesture , she dismissed her red - cloaked guards and offered the sorcerer some wine . " You ' ve only just missed your friend , the Duke , " she whispered . " He was very unhappy , but I think we will solve his problem for him . " " Did he hire the Morag Tong to assassinate the Emperor ? " asked Sotha Sil . " You are straight - forward , aren ' t you ? That ' s good . I love plain - speaking men : it saves so much time . Of course , I cannot discuss with you what the Duke and I talked about , " she smiled . " It would be bad for business . " " What if I were to offer you an equal amount of gold for you not to assassinate the Emperor ? " " The Morag Tong murders for the glory of Mephala and for profit , " she said , speaking into her glass of wine . " We do not merely kill . That would be sacrilege . Once the Duke ' s gold has arrived in three days time , we will do our end of the business . And I ' m afraid we would not dream of entertaining a counter offer . Though we are a business as well as a religious order , we do not bow to supply and demand , Sotha Sil . " 27 Sun ' s Height , 2920The Inner Sea , Morrowind Sotha Sil had been watching the waters for two days now , waiting for a particular vessel , and now he saw it . A heavy ship with the flag of Mournhold . The sorcerer took the air and intercepted it before it reached harbor . A caul of flame erupted over his figure , disguising his voice and form into that of a Daedra . " Abandon your ship ! " he bellowed . " If you would not sink with it ! " In truth , Sotha Sil could have exploded the vessel with but a single ball of fire , but he chose to take his time , to give the crew a chance to dive off into the warm water . When he was certain there was no one living aboard , he focused his energy into a destructive wave that shook the air and water as it discharged . The ship and the Duke ' s payment to the Morag Tong sunk to the bottom of the Inner Sea . " Night Mother , " thought Sotha Sil , as he floated towards shore to alert the harbormaster that some sailors were in need of rescue . " Everyone bows to supply and demand . " The Year is Continued in Last Seed .