will treat you well. Be sure of that.'
'No.'
Tuvi's smile was like the last spark of the sun before darkness swallowed day, more farewell than comfort. 'A lilu would have said yes. If you leave now, Mistress, you can never return.'
'If she leaves?' cried Anji. 'She can't leave!'
The market was her territory. Here, she knew what to do. T have coin enough to pay you in full what you paid to my father.'
His was an anger chained and bound. 'You are not my slave. I
have never treated you as a slave. But you cannot leave, Mai. I will not allow you to go out into the world where some other man will claim you. Then I would have to kill him.'
'And me? Would you have to kill me?' she asked sadly. 'Neh, Tuvi-lo, stand aside, for it's better if I know the truth.' With a sigh Tuvi took a step away, leaving Anji to face her.
He wanted to touch her — she could see it in his posture, his hands, his expression — but he refrained. 'You know I could never harm you, plum blossom. I have never even raised my hand against you — except that one time. Mai, when I look at you I see all that is best in the world. Your beauty, your generosity, your intelligence, your honor. How can you expect me to step back and let that go?'
'Anji, there's something I must tell you.' Because there is always a counteroffer. 'When Sheyshi stabbed me, when I fell into the pool, I lay in a place which is caught between the life of the world and the Spirit Gate beyond. When I woke, I thought it was the same day, that only a few breaths had passed while I struggled to reach the surface. Do you understand me? Months passed for you, but for me — for my body — it was less than a pair of breaths.'
She had taken him off guard.'
'I'm pregnant, Anji.' She couldn't lie outright. But he was vulnerable, and so she must strike. She need only speak a name, and he would presume the rest. 'Joss.'
The veil ripped asunder. She had one glimpse of sheer brutal throat-choking fury.
'Tuvi, give me your sword.'
The chief coolly interposed his body between them. 'No, Captain. You'll regret it later.'
'Tuvi, give me your sword.' He wasn't a man to grab at things. He expected to be obeyed.
'No, Anjihosh.' Keeping his back to her, Tuvi said, 'Mistress, return by the way we came to the reeve hall and don't ever come back.'
'Tuvi, where are Priya and O'eki? Please tell them that I live, and that they should stay with Atani if they must, to care for him, but if they are at all unhappy, then they must-'
Til tell them. Go.'
She fumbled at and opened the door. Even then she thought perhaps Anji might call after her, might realize how ridiculous his suspicions were, might change his mind, might see a different
path, the one she wished for rather than the one he had chosen, but after all, he did not.
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The night is dark, and the sky is hazy, and a campfire is burning like a friendly beacon, three figures seated companionably if forlornly within its fragile aura. Folk like to tell tales and sing around campfires, especially if they are seated at the edge of an abyss as threads of fire flicker like lightning across the stone ledge on which they rest.
'The brigands raged in,
they confronted the peaceful company seated at their dinner,
they demanded the girl be handed over to them.
All feared thenf. All looked away.
Except foolish Jothinin, light-minded Jothinin,
he was the only one who stood up to face them,
he was the only one who said, 'No.''
'And then what happened?' a woman asked with a rough-timbred, sexy laugh just exactly like Marit's, the laugh of a woman who is not afraid to see the humor in just about anything because she's learned that's one way to make sense of life. T mean, truly what happened? Did you start talking on and on and on until-'
'Until they fled out of boredom? Until they expired for not having any air to breathe after I had used it all for my lengthy speech? No, indeed, that is not what happened, even if you think it must be. I'm deeply saddened and grievously wounded that you would even insinuate such a thing.'
Marit laughed again.
'In the tale,' said a third voice, 'you cry aloud about the injustice. You gather crowds, who listen, who gain courage. The bandits cut you down for they fear to hear you speak the truth. And then the people rise up in noble anger and drive them away, and the girl-' Here her raspy childish voice took on a shine of intensely smug contentment. ' — is saved and never troubled again.'
The man sighed lengthily and with much effort in drawing out
the exhalation to its last lingering wisp. 'Well, now, I wish I could say it transpired all so neatly as you say, Kirit, but in truth-'
'The hells!' Joss sat up. 'We're on a cursed Guardian's altar. We've broken the boundaries again-'
He tried to rub the haze out of his eyes, for there came Marit scrambling up from the fire and running toward him with a grin like a blaze of joy.
She dropped to her knees beside him. 'Joss. Do you know who I am?'
For answer, he embraced her and then, because her body crushed against his body felt so cursed good, just as it ought, he kissed her. Oh, the kissing was good. He'd never forgotten the taste of her, and the way she had of-
Memories cascaded so hard and fast that he broke away and clapped his hands to his head as if he had the headache that afflicted him when he was drinking too much. Only his head didn't hurt at all.
'Aui!' She laughed. 'That wasn't the greeting I was expecting. But I admit, it's the one I would have wished for.'
He lowered his hands 'You're dead, Marit. Twenty-one years dead. To think I could never let you go, for I tell you I missed you so badly and then would go on and on blaming myself for what wasn't truly my fault. Eiya! I'm remembering-' He pressed palms together, pinched himself, smoothed his hands down his thighs. He was wearing his reeve's leathers, although they were dusty in some spots and in others smeared with a stain that slid with an oily slime under his testing finger. 'I hesitate to say this, but I have an odd memory that you are a ghost pretending to be a Guardian haunting my gods-rotted dreams and that I was… I was…' Yet it was all haze, a smeary, oily confusion of arrows flying and men shouting and one man — could that be himself? — desperately trying to shield his beloved companion. What in the hells?
She grasped his hand in one of hers. A death white cloak shivered at her shoulders: a demon's cloak.
Neh, not a demon's cloak. That had been someone else's word for them. That had been Anji's word.
'Joss, there's no easy way to say this. You're dead. I don't know how you were killed. Or how long ago it happened. But Jothinin and Kirit and I found you, and we've done our best to help you awaken.'
'Awaken from what?'
'From death.'
'Marit, no one awakens from death. You pass through the Spirit Gate and cross to the other side.'
'Except for a few of us, a very few, who as it says in the tale must walk the lands to establish justice. If they can. A rather heavy 'if' in days like these. Or in any days, I suppose.'
'You're talking about the Guardians.'
'I am. And you are. Because you've been — well — you've been claimed by a cloak, Joss. Jessed, if you will. Don't take this the wrong way, but the cloak that's wearing you is the one that used to belong to Lord Radas. Not that that means anything, mind you. It's not the cloak that corrupts the Guardian. I don't believe that. I think it's something inside the person that weakens and breaks, so just because you're wearing the cloak of Sun doesn't
