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"If you like," Liat said.
The lantern cast a thousand broken shadows as Kiyan moved across the
room. The tapestries on the wall, hidden so long in darkness, seemed to
breathe. Hat considered the space in which she had been for so many days
without seeing it. It was small. The furnishings were costly and
exquisite. It didn't matter. Kiyan went to the wall sconces, taking down
the pale wax candles, touching them to the lantern flame, putting them
back in their places glowing. The soft light slowly filled the air, the
shadows smoothed away.
"I heard you had missed your breakfast," Kiyan said, her voice cheerful
and forced, as she lit the last of the candles.
"And my di
"Yes, I heard that too."
The lantern made a clunking sound-iron on wood-as Kiyan set it on the
bedside table. She sat on the mattress at Liat's side. Otah's wife
looked weary and drawn. Perhaps the andat's price had been worse for her
than it had for Hat. Perhaps it was something else.
"'They've put the Galts in the southern tu
almost no room. I don't know how it will he when the worst of the cold
comes. And spring ... we'll have to start sending people south and east
as soon as it's safe to travel."
"Good that so many died," Liat said, and saw the other woman flinch. Now
that she'd said it, the words did seem pointed. Liat hadn't meant them
to he; she only couldn't he bothered to weigh the effect of her actions
just now. Kiyan fumbled in her sleeve and drew out a small package
wrapped in waxed cloth. Liat could smell the raisins and honey. She knew
it should have been appetizing. Without speaking, Kiyan placed the
little cake on the bedside table and rose to leave.
"Stop it," Liat said, sitting up on her bed.
Otah's wife, the mother of his children, turned hack, her hands in a
pose of query.
"Stop moving around me like I'm made of eggshell," Liat said. "It's not
in your power to keep me from breaking. I've broken. Move on."
"I'm sorry. I didn't-"
"Didn't what? Didn't mean to throw your boy and mine onto a company of
Galtic swords? Didn't mean to have your daughter play findme-find-you
until it wasn't safe to flee? Well, there's a relief. And here I thought
you wanted both our children dead instead of just mine."
Kivan's face hardened. Liat felt the rage billow in her like she was a
sheet thrown over a fire. It ate her and it held her up.
"I didn't mean to treat you as if you were fragile," Kiyan said. "Ve
both know I didn't mean for Nayiit-"
"Didn't mean for him to be a threat to your precious Danat? Didn't mean
to let him he a threat to your family? I Ic wasn't. Ile never was. I
offered to have him take the brand."
"I know," Kiyan said. "Otah told me."
But she might as well not have spoken. Liar could no more stop the words
now than will the blood to stop flowing from a wound.
"I offered to take him away. I didn't want him fighting to he the Khai
any more than you did. I wouldn't have put him in danger, and he would
never have hurt I)anat. IIe would never have hurt your boy. Ide wouldn't
have hurt anyone. It's your mewling half-dead son that's caused this. If
he'd been able to fight off a cough, Otah would never have kept Nayiit
from the brand. Nayiit would never have fought, never have hurt rin
hods' children. Ile was ... he was ..."
The tears came again. She couldn't say what would have come. She
couldn't say that Danat and Nayiit would never have come to face one
another as custom demanded. perhaps in the years ahead the gods would
have pitted them against each other. If the world was what it had been.
If things hadn't changed. Sobs as violent as sickness racked her, and
she found Kiyan's arms around her, her own fists full of the soft wool
of the woman's robe, her screams echoing as if by will alone she could
pull the stones down and bury then all.
Time changed its nature. The sorrow and rage and the physical ache of
her heart went on forever and only a moment. The only measure was that
the candles had burned a quarter of their length before the fit passed,
and exhaustion reclaimed her again. She was embarrassed to see the damp
spot she had left on Kiyan's shoulder, but when she tried to smooth it
away, Kiyan only took her hand, lacing their fingers together like
half-grown girls trading gossip at a dance. Liat allowed it.
"Thu know you can stay here," Kiyan said.
"You know I can't."
"I only meant you'd be welcome," Kiyan said. "Then a moment later, "What
will you do when the thaw comes?"
"Go south," Liat said. "Go to Saraykeht. See what's left. I may still
have a grandson. I can hope it. And better that he not lose a father and
grandmother both."
"Navilt was a good man," Kiyan said.
"He was nothing of the sort. He was a charming bastard who fled his own
family and slept with half the women between here and Saraykeht. But I
loved him."
"lie died saving my son," Kiyan said. "He's a hero."
"That doesn't help me."
"I know it," Kiyan said, and with a distant surprise, Liat found herself
smiling.
"Aren't you going to tell me it will pass?" Liat asked.
"Will it?"
The tu
and cold; dry and damp. Sometimes, if no one was speaking, if there were
no words to say, Liat could hear it like a breath. Like a long, low,
endless exhalation.
"I will never stop missing him," Liat said. "I want him back."
Kiyan nodded, and sat there with her, keeping the vigil for another
night as outside autumn fell into winter and winter crawled toward
spring. The world slowly changing.
"I UNI)ERSTANI) YOUR SON HAS FALLEN ILL?"
Otah's first impulse, unthinking as a reflex, was to deny it. Balasar
Gice was a small-framed man, unimposing until he spoke, and then
charming and warm enough to fill a room with his ironic half-smile. He
was the man who had brought down everything. "Thousands of people who
were alive in the spring were now dead or enslaved through this man's
ambition. Otah's first impulse was to keep anything about Danat away
from the man, because he was a Galt and the enemy.
His second impulse, as unreasoned as the first, was to tell Balasar the