warning, just like you Qin did in Kartu Town in our citadel square after making us watch the executions. Is that all true?' The tears began to flood, but she had to speak. 'Is Atani well? Is he thriving and healthy? Do they take good care of him? Did Priya and O'eki stay with him, or were they dismissed? And did Anji's mother or his new wife find you a good wife, Tuvi? Someone special only, as I would have?'
Mai had never set out to deliberately cause another person pain. She had never cut anyone, much less killed a man, but she saw the blow connect in the way he gasped as his eyes lost track of her briefly as the words stabbed home.
No. The women in charge of Anji's household had not found him someone special. Why should they? They didn't care about Tuvi personally. He was just another weapon at Anji's disposal.
He sheathed his sword. 'Miravia, go with the others. You — what must I call you?'
'You know my name.'
His mouth pinched closed as he refused to say it. 'You will come with me. For after all, I find I cannot kill you, even knowing what you are. Let the captain decide.'
Let the captain decide.
'Mai?'
'Do as he says.' She kissed Miravia on each cheek, and they embraced tightly, for it might be the last time. 'Be happy with Keshad.'
She must go quickly lest she lose her composure. For it was composure she needed more than anything. She walked through the garden with Tuvi at her back, close enough to kill her swiftly should it come to that. Reeve Odash leaned on his broom, his face seamed with confusion, but he did not protest. Tuvi's escort of twelve men stared openly, as much delighted as startled to find Tuvi marshaling a beautiful young woman out of a garden shed. Two of the soldiers were Qin soldiers she knew, young men she'd traveled with. They gaped like fishes, but Tuvi's fist nudged her in the small of the back so she kept moving without a word even as he ordered them to run ahead and clear a path.
So it was that folk were ducking out of the way, hurrying into barracks, closing shutters, as Tuvi marched her through the alleys and training yards of the reeve hall. They passed under a gate guarded by two soldiers and along the verge of a cliff on a narrow trail paved with flagstones, past pools scratched into the stone, and thence to the very prow of Law Rock where the wind sang over the rushing waters. A humble thatched roof surrounded by a simple wood railing sheltered a dull stele, squat and wide, set in the earth, nothing much to look at except for the flower necklaces draped over its upright end. One had slipped off, the white flowers a blaze of brightness against the raked dirt.
Then they came around the point and walked up a flagstone path on the eastern rim that ended in a wall and a gate guarded, once again, by soldiers. She did not know these men, and they were definitely outlanders with smooth cheeks and eyes as hard as pebbles as they looked her over without lust but with a glint that warned her, too late, that they had recognized her.
'What is this, Chief Tuvi?' they asked. 'Isn't this-?'
'Let me through,' he said in the tone of a man who does not
expect to be refused. They hesitated just long enough for his expression to kindle, and in that battle Mai saw the war within the household. Who ruled? Anji, or his mother?
They rapped a signal on the gate. It was opened, and Tuvi guided her along a narrow whitewashed corridor and past several slits behind which she heard voices speaking in a language she did not know. Twice, Tuvi paused to answer a question posed from an unseen interlocutor, and twice another gate was opened and they passed through into an identical blank corridor. The third gate opened onto a porch that overlooked a garden, its ornamental bushes severely pruned and its flowering shrubs exceptionally elegant in a sparse aesthetic she recognized as Anji's.
The blow took her like the knife up under the ribs. There he was, seated on a simple camp stool under a simple awning beside a low table, bent over what was almost certainly a set of maps while he talked with a pair of local men she did not know. One was a militia captain and the other an ostiary of Ilu, if one judged by the stripe on his blue cloak. He smiled in that familiar, beloved way in response to a comment by the ostiary, but perhaps the wind alerted him to the scuff of their feet as Tuvi touched her elbow to bring her to a halt under the shade of the porch. Perhaps the birds — for there were birds, a pair of red caps and several bright yellow bellies with their green banded wings — called a warning. He stiffened. He lifted his chin, as though scenting the air. He rose and slowly, almost hesitantly, turned.
Of course he knew her instantly. The air sang with his shock. The wind smothered its cry in the leaves. A petal spun lazily, drifting to earth.
Her breath caught on a sob.
There. It was done.
He spoke, although he was too far away for her to hear. The militia captain looked startled, squinting at her as if the sun was shining in his eyes, while the ostiary's posture suggested a more complicated wine fermented with equal parts rue, resignation, and compassionate amusement. They took themselves off, crunching away on a graveled path.
Anji picked up one of the knives holding down a corner of his maps. Then he came, his trim figure simply arrayed in a tunic of first-quality silk dyed a shade of red so bold it seemed garish, like a fabric someone with poor judgment had chosen for him just because it was gaudy.
She was shaking so hard she grasped at the thought, as trivial as it was. She needed something to hold on to as he mounted the steps onto the porch.
'That color does not suit you, Anji. It reminds me of the way young men boast to get attention. Subtle greens and blues are more elegant.'
He passed Tuvi, handing him the knife, and put his hands on Mai's shoulders, holding her so he could examine her. The weight of his hands was familiar; his scent, laced4with sweat and horse and the mild spice of khaif on his breath, made her want to wilt into his arms; his gaze devoured her.
'How can this be?' he murmured, hands hot on her shoulders and face flushed with that same driving heat.
Without another word he embraced her and kissed her, and although she had meant to say a hundred things to him, to negotiate, to name a higher price than the market value, she could say nothing. She clung to him. She twined her hands in his hair. She kissed him wildly. This was still her Anji.
'Anjihosh!' Tuvi's voice was the whip that separated them, and his the hand that wrenched Anji away from her. 'She is a demon. You must see that.'
Anji yanked hjs arm out of the chief's grasp. 'Of course.' He rested a hand so gently on the curve of her cheek that she sighed, feeling those cursed tears again. 'Of course she must be.'
Love is cruel. Could she do nothing but weep?
She stepped back out of reach of his hand. 'Anji. Your mother had me stabbed.'
'I know.'
'I fell into the pool, but the firelings healed me.'
'The firelings?'
'The pool is the womb of the firelings.' She could not make sense of her surging feelings, one instant wanting to kiss him and the next to rage. 'Why did you kill Uncle Hari? You promised him safety. You promised me you'd protect him.'
He shrugged off the question. 'The cloaks are all corrupted. It was necessary to save the Hundred.'
'Then kill me, too. If you think I'm a lilu, isn't it necessary? Didn't your mother think it was necessary to rid herself of a rival? Just be quick about it, so I don't suffer more than I have already. Tuvi has a sword, and he's holding your knife.'
'You are my knife, Mai. Even if you are a demon. So be it. I am
helpless before you. Or maybe the firelings fell in love with you as any man must love you, and have healed you and sent you back to me, where you belong. That's all that matters, isn't it? Now you are here.'
'Anjihosh-' said Tuvi.
'Give her the knife, Tuvi. If she wants to kill me, let her do it now.'
T don't want the knife!'
'What do you want, Mai?' He took her hand in his, turned it over, kissed her palm in a promise that made her
