to it.
He said nothing, only drew his horse in beside her and raised one eyebrow, questioning. He looked remarkably neat for a man who had just destroyed a city and defeated an entire kingdom, with his armor newly polished and his surcoat untorn and marked only by a fine layer of ash. He wore his victory with pride but without gloating.
Tess lifted her right hand, to show him the ring. 'I am now the Prince of Jeds.'
He regarded her measuringly, as he might measure any threat to his power. 'Where is your brother?'
'He's dead.'
He took the news with no change of expression. 'We still have no treaty between your lands and mine,' he said quietly.
'That's true.' She looked beyond him, toward Karkand. 'I have seen what you and I must do: We must unite all the lands against the coming of the khepelli, whether while we live or when our grandchildren rule. What can you offer me, Bakhtiian, in return for my alliance?'
His mouth lifted, not quite into a smile. He twisted for the first time and cast a glance back toward the conflagration. Then he turned back to gaze on her again.
He drew his saber and held it up between them. 'My army, which is my sword. And my vision, which was granted to me by the gods. That is all I have, and everything I have.'
Tess stared at the inferno that was Karkand. Over the night and on that day's journey, she had seemed to Aleksi to change somehow, as if the ring her brother had given her had altered her forever. She was still Tess, but she was also a prince now, invested with a greater power than anyone here but Aleksi and Maggie, and she herself, knew. It was almost as if Karkand was her own pyre, burning away what she once was and creating her anew.
'Your army and your vision,' she said, meeting her husband's gaze. 'That will do.'
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Fine ash rained down on David's head. He brushed at his hair, but it was useless. It coated everything, fine white ash and grittier black chunks. His boots crunched on it, and the beautiful woven patterns of the jaran tents lay hidden beneath it. He coughed, and coughed again, and finally gave up and held a scrap of cloth over his mouth and nose.
Although it was late afternoon, some of the encampments were breaking up, loading their goods into wagons and heading south to escape the constant shower. He arrived at their own camp just as Maggie rode in, looking soot-stained and tired.
'David!' She swung down from her horse and beckoned him over. A jaran boy ran up and took the horse from her, and Maggie wiped her nose with the back of her hand and sneezed. 'Goddess, this is terrible. David. Have you heard about Charles?'
David blinked through his exhaustion. 'What about Charles? I've been gone from camp since yesterday dawn, since they launched the assault.'
'Charles left.'
He thought he had heard her wrong. 'Left?'
Heavy clouds covered the sky, but the quality of sunlight was peculiar, a warm yellow light instead of the silvery gray of the usual overcast day. The air was dry and smelled of burning. 'He left Rhui.'
'Is there a chair?' David asked, sure that he was simply so tired that he was hallucinating. 'I think I need to sit down. Why?'
'Duke Naroshi had Hon Echido and a few other members of Keinaba House detained for breaking the interdiction. Only Charles can sort it out. But if Naroshi is watching him, then he can't risk returning to Rhui. He doesn't want there to be any chance that the Chapalii catch on to what we're doing, at least not by trailing him. So he handed his signet ring over to Tess, and he left on a shuttle last evening.'
'On a shuttle?' David retreated under the awning of Charles's tent, and there, groping, he found a chair and sank down into it. 'Oy vey,' he muttered. 'So much for the interdiction.'
'Oh, the Rhuians don't know about the shuttle. He's officially dead, as far as the Rhuian natives are concerned. And Tess remains officially deceased off-planet. But on Rhui, Tess is now Prince of Jeds. We have to make our own way back to Jeds-damn him, I wish I could have gone with him. And the actors. They'll have to know as well. I'm not sure what Tess intends, but I think Charles wants her and Bakhtiian to centralize as much of the planet-or at least this continent, I suppose-as they can, so that when he begins the new rebellion he'll be able to bring Rhui wholesale into the League with little resistance.'
'All the same,' said David. 'So much for the interdiction. Maybe it was a vain hope.' Even under the awning, the breeze wafted flakes and fine chunks of charcoal along to land on the carpet. A singed scrap of parchment rolled in on a gust of wind and sank and came to rest against David's boot. Reflexively, he picked it up. 'Look at this, Maggie,' he said, raising it up for her to see.
It was a page from a book or a manuscript: a gorgeously painted miniature of a hunting scene, lions and gazelles in flight and horsemen in pursuit, their mounts lovingly portrayed; a piebald, two chestnuts, three blacks, and a dappled gray harnessed with gold bridles and saddles. Through the rocks and bushes behind the mounted men trudged servants bearing two fringed litters in which sat veiled women in rich damask robes. Stylized rows of the angular Habakar script bordered the edge of the painting, where they hadn't been burned away.
'We are going to destroy her in the end.' As he said it, he felt the truth of the words, and he felt a deep and abiding sadness for what was bound to be lost.
Maggie took the parchment page from him and smoothed it out. 'I'll preserve this,' she said. 'I'd say that the jaran army is already well on its way to destroying Karkand, and the kingdom, too, I suppose, although they did leave Hamrat and some other cities unmolested.'
'No,' said David softly. 'I meant Rhui.'
She grunted. 'Well, it's too late to have regrets now. Oh, David. It was bound to happen. At least they'll have a running start. And it will take decades to build up the saboteur network. Where is Ursula, anyway?'
'I haven't seen her since yesterday dawn.'
'Let her know, if you see her. I'm going to see Cara and give her the details.' She strode away.
With the heavy cloud cover and the screen of smoke along the western horizon, afternoon hazed early into twilight. David cleaned himself up as best he could and crawled into his tent. The camp was deserted. He supposed that Cara and Jo were still at the hospital; certainly they had enough to do. Rajiv-well, wasn't Rajiv having an affair with one of the actors? He leaned back on his bedroll and shut his eyes, but instead of peace he saw the beautiful painting, curled black at the edges, smudged by grit. What had Charles said? 'And the approaching tide/ Will shortly fill the reasonable shores/That now lie foul and muddy.' But who was to say which was more contaminated, the swelling tide or the waiting shoreline?
'David?' Her voice, a whisper.
'Dina!' The next instant, she had ducked inside the tent. Then, checking her movement, she paused and crouched at the entrance. There was no light in here. He saw her only as a dark shadow against the paler wall of canvas. 'Dina. What are you doing here?'
'I don't know.' But she shifted and sat, blocking the entrance. 'I wanted to see you. My uncle says that the Prince of Jeds is dead.'
David swallowed. When he spoke, he found that his voice shook. 'Yes. Yes, he's dead. Tess is prince now.'
'Tess reigns there, Ilya here,' Nadine murmured. 'How long until they want to unite their princedoms and all the lands that lie between? David, are you leaving, then? You and the others?'
'I-it's all very abrupt. Yes, we'll have to, as soon as we can get to a port, get ship to Jeds.'
'Tess, too? Will she leave for Jeds?'
'I don't think so. I don't know-it's all so sudden.'
Even within the tent, the smell of soot and fire and smoke permeated everything. Yet he felt her presence just as strongly, not a meter from him, as still and silent as she sat. It was so unlike her to be so subdued.
When she spoke at last, her voice was so quiet he barely heard it. 'May I stay, tonight? And on other nights,
