not to touch however desperately he wanted to stroke her arm, embrace her body, gentle the wreck of her hair. He set the lantern on the stone beside the wreaths; its light caught crystal in the ceiling and glimmered there as thoughts catch and brighten where there is love.
'It's too early to speak of such things,' he began, 'but I wanted to say-'
'Mai wants me to marry Chief Tuvi. He's a good man. It would make her happy.'
'Is that what she wanted? I ask an honest question. I didn't know her, not truly. Did she truly want you to marry Tuvi, or is it just that she wanted you to be safe and protected, as she was?'
'She wasn't safe! They killed her!' The storm of weeping broke over her again, and she raged and bawled with a fierce anger that might have given the mountains pause, thinking they could match her in passionate outbursts. How had she lived all those years within such bindings as the Ri Amarah set on their women? Or did he just not understand them? Maybe they bred such women within their walls, and it was only that those outside their clans never saw them.
When the storm quieted, he spoke.
'Where did you lay out the body?'
'There was no body. She sank into the depths. When Chief Tuvi tried to wade in to grab her, he was burned. No one can touch the pool.'
'Water can't burn.'
'Chief Tuvi says demons took her. Priya and the reeves say it was the gods who took her. But Atani was born in the midst of a storm, with firelings aloft in the sky and a net of fiery blue threads a swarm in this cave. Mai thinks — thought — this valley is home to firelings. They must have a home, too, mustn't they? 'Delvings in the deep, merlings in the sea, wildings in the wood, lendings in the grass,' as it says in the tale. 'Humans in their villages, demons hidden among all.''
'' And the firelings live in the storm,'' finished Keshad.
'Threads of blue fire. A pool of water whose touch makes the hair on your neck stand on end, just like the air snaps before lightning storms crash down. The firelings are the ones who took her. Maybe she's still alive-'
'Miravia! Don't cling to hopeless-'
'It's not hopeless! Corpses float, do they not? So where is hers? The water falling down off the mountains is water and yet…'
She strode to the curtain, stuck a hand in. Kesh copied her; bracingly cold water poured over his skin.
'Stick your hand in the pool!' Her stare challenged him.
At the lip worn by an eternity of water pounding away at the stone, he thrust his fingers into the dark pool. Yelped as the liquid crackled and stung. As the hair on the back of his neck prickled, rising. He fell back onto his rump, shaking his hand. 'Eiyi!'
Her gaze devoured him. 'There's sorcery here, Keshad. We can't know what truly happened. We have to be patient.'
A love-struck man, in the tales, is usually portrayed as a figure of fun, bound to make a fool of himself time and again in his efforts to please the beloved one. He swallowed a retort and, without smiling, got to his feet opening and closing his hand although that did not make the stinging go away. She would know at once if he tried to humor her. If he lied.
'It's hard for me to believe,' he said bluntly, 'nor did I know her or love her as you did. I'm sorry for it, and I must admit I'm shocked, but I rode a long way with the captain's mother and honestly I'm not surprised.'
'Captain Anji will repudiate his mother when he finds out!'
'Will he?'
'How could he not!'
Kesh thought about what Tuvi had said. 'I don't presume to know how the captain will react. Meanwhile, I must assume Mai is dead. But if you want me to wait with you, I will.'
Her gaze was fire, but he held against that searing blaze. At last, she reached; she grasped his hand in her warm fingers. The delirious dizzying joy made his heart pound and his eyes water.
'You're the only one who is listening to me,' she breathed.
He thought his heart might actually stop for the brilliance of her eyes and the moist parting of her lips as she bent closer. She swayed, grief weighing her down like exhaustion. He embraced her. Aui! It went to his head like floodwaters, and he was grinning like an idiot even if fortunately she could not see his smile.
'As soon as he's well enough,' she whispered, 'Chief Tuvi means to have a reeve fly him to Captain Anji. He won't let anyone else tell the captain the news. He'll go-'
'And I'll stay.'
She sighed against his shoulder. 'They'll take Atani. Priya will
go. She scarcely allows anyone else to hold him. They don't really need me. Among my people it's traditional to say mourning prayers for a year for a family member. A sister. Because — I don't know — I just think someone should stand guard here, just in case.'
'They'll go, because they must. But if you stay, I'll stay.' The lamp burned. The night slumbered. The waterfall spilled, its voice speaking of high mountain escarpments from which white rain poured from the highest slopes into the lands below. She held him, saying nothing. For the first time in over twelve years, since the day he and Zubaidit had been orphaned and sold away by their disloyal kinfolk into debt slavery, Keshad was content.
Joss reached Law Rock on the wings of dusk. Toughid was drilling the eager young firefighters and reeves on the parade ground, but Joss did not watch; he walked to the promontory, leaned against the fence surrounding the stele, and murmured the well-known words carved on the rock although he couldn't actually read them.
On law shall the land be built.
Peddonon strolled up to lean beside him. A lamp burned at the southwest corner; the other three remained unlit.
After a while, Peddo said, 'You're troubled, Joss. You haven't said a word.'
'Do you trust me? You and Kesta?'
'That's the kind of question a lad comes out with just before he coaxes you into doing something idiotic'
'I've lost control of the halls. In truth, I never had it. Captain Anji and his chief, Sengel, command Copper Hall now. And you see how Chief Toughid has taken over our garrison up here.'
The drilling men and a few women huffed and scrambled, hidden by darkness but easily heard as were Toughid's good-natured but relentless commands: 'Drop! Ten spans left. Forward! Hu! Avoid the other. Feel the heat of their body. The kiss of their breath. Rise. Drop!'
Peddonon nodded. 'I will say these Qin know how to fight wars.'
'Here's my question: Do they know how to stop fighting rhem?'
Peddonon grunted. 'Ask me that question a cursed bit later, will you? When folk aren't starving in Toskala, living in the woods because their farms have been burned, and fighting for
their lives in Nessumara. We're fortunate the Qin are here, and on our side.'
The marks chiseled into Law Rock had an uncanny sheen, as though gilded with a radiance that came not from human labor but from other powers. The faint blue tincture of the rock, touched by lamplight, reminded him of firelings, rarely glimpsed but never forgotten. Especially a cave thick with their presence and a naked woman giving birth within the shelter of rock, fire, water, and life-sustaining air.
'Why do you suppose we never see firelings in the dry season?' Joss asked.
'Eh? You're leaping too fast for me to keep up. Firelings live in storms. Everyone knows that. Merlings in the sea. Delvings in the deep earth. Lendings in the grass. Wildings in the wild wood. Whew! My grandmother drilled the counting songs into me, I'll tell you that.'
'Where do humans live, then?'
'Humans in the villages and towns, and demons within us.'
'Why do we have so little to do with the other children of the Hundred?'
'Don't they want it that way? I don't know. Truth to tell, Joss, I've never seen any, not even delvings. If it weren't for others who have, I'd tell you they're just tales.' He extended a hand toward the stele, with its neat columns.
The law shall be set in stone, as the land rests on stone. Here is the truth: The only companion who follows even after death, is justice.
The Guardians serve justice.
