ready for a killing.
Swiftly she secured the house, closing the shutters and wedging the door shut so no stormwind would burst it open. She wondered what to do with the five gold crowns. Take them into Brennan and throw them in Hearst's face? No. The rat-rapist could give her another five by way of apology. If there was anything left of him by the time she was finished.
She thought of going back inside to hide the coins behind the loose stone in the floor of the fireplace. But then, if any stranger made free with her house while she was away, a fire lit to cook or to warm the house would melt the gold. She could always cache them in her sand scully hidden away in the dunes; they would be safe enough there, along with her store of amber dug from the flats and ambergris scavenged from the shoreline. But she didn't want to take the time to dig down to the scully then camouflage it again.
Yen Olass hid the coins in the bottom of the well under half a finger of sand. They'd be safe enough there. She hefted her gollock and set off for Brennan.
The party waiting in ambush caught her when she was striding through the little wood beyond the sward pond.
They disarmed her easily, laughing at her threats and curses, and escorted her the rest of the way to Brennan.
In a house in Brennan, Yen Olass found Monogail tucked up in a warm bed and sleeping soundly, with Quelaquix bulked down beside her. In a big earthenware dish, a paradise of rocks and weed and water, Straff and Alamanda were similarly settled for the night.
When Yen Olass had been given the opportunity to check her sleeping child, she was led to a large room where Morgan Hearst reclined on a couch, waiting for her. Half a dozen men were seated on chairs or lounging against the walls; Yen Olass recognised the text-master, Eldegen Terzanagel. How long was it since she had seen him last? Six years? Or seven? She was tired, and could not work it out.
Hearst stood up. The couch had belonged to a merchant who had owned the house before him, and it did not really suit him; there would be no couches in the house of cedar which he was now building for himself.
'Yen Olass,' he said. 'What a pleasure to see you. What brings you here?’
'A matter of blood money,' said Yen Olass. 'You owe me five crowns for five chickens. Pay now, if you value your life.’
She would have been reassured if Hearst had laughed, but he did not. Instead, he smiled, a little sadly.
'Yen Olass,' said Hearst. 'We're committed. We can't go back now. We need you.’
Yen Olass understood that he meant what he said. He would do whatever he had to to ensure her compliance. If forced to it, he would threaten to torture her child. If she resisted, he might well carry out that threat. He was playing for high stakes: control of the western coast of Argan. In that game, a child – even a child like Monogail, sole product of Yen Olass's loins – was expendable.
Now it was all too much for her. She had endured a terrible day – the fight with the monsters, the loss of her child, the ambush on the path to Brennan, and now this ultimatum. Unable to stand it any longer, Yen Olass broke down and wept.
'Take her away,' said Hearst, a little wearily. 'We can talk tomorrow.’
Someone came out from behind an embroidered screen.
'Yen Olass.’
It was Resbit.
Still sobbing bitterly, Yen Olass allowed herself to be led away. Resbit took her to a small bedroom and settled her down for the night. Yen Olass thought Resbit was going to stay, but instead she bestowed a chaste kiss on the forehead of her long-ago lover, and withdrew.
Yen Olass was left to weep alone.
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After a while, Yen Olass calmed herself, and began to take stock of the situation. She did not appear to be locked in. Perhaps she could escape. Perhaps she could escape with Monogail, stealing a boat and sailing to Sung. That would be difficult, because she had never learnt to sail. But she refused to give up without a fight.
Shortly, Yen Olass left her room, and went exploring. She found the house positively infested with guards, all of them armed and awake. A few, Collosnon deserters, mocked her with a Collosnon soldier's salute. One still wore the hateful ceramic tile which was issued as part of the Rite of Purification, but which, to Yen Olass, was always associated with the destruction of her homeland.
She found her way to the kitchen, where she found two men sitting at a table, gnawing on hunks of bread and drinking some kind of hot brew.
'Hello, Yen Olass,' said one of them, winking at her.
She said nothing, but began to rummage around, looking for things to loot and plunder. She found plenty.
'Don't you recognize me?' said the man she had ignored. 'Should I?' said Yen Olass.
'The name's Occam,' said the man. 'We escaped from Estar together.’
'Oh,' said Yen Olass. T remember. You were a sailor.' 'A sea captain.’
'Captain, then. What're you doing here?' 'That's a long story. Sit down and I'll tell you all about it.’
Yen Olass sat down, and pulled his mug toward her. She sniffed it.
'What's this?' said Yen Olass.
'Coffee,' said Occam.
'And what's that?’
'Expensive.’
Yen Olass sipped it.
'Bitter,' she said, and got up.
'Aren't you going to stay?' said Occam.
'Not if that's all you've got to drink,' said Yen Olass.
And she completed her looting by abstracting what was left of his bread from his plate, vanishing from the kitchen while Occam's companion was still spluttering with laughter.
Yen Olass gnawed on the bread as she made her way to Monogail's room. With so many guards around, she could not escape, but she could certainly sleep with her child. Though Monogail had celebrated her first lustrum, she had yet to spend a night away from her mother, and Yen Olass, for her part, did not think she could bear to spend this night alone.
Monogail woke when Yen Olass slipped into bed.
'Is that you, mam?’
'That's right.’
'Uncle Hearst said you were coming. I waited for ages, but you didn't come. So I went to sleep.’
'Well, I'm here now,' said Yen Olass. 'So you can sleep now.’
And sleep they did.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Yen Olass woke to find morning sunlight streaming through a window of white waxed paper. Somewhere, someone was drilling troops, shouting harsh commands in Ordhar.
'Why's the man shouting, mam?' said Monogail.
'Because he's warped,' said Yen Olass. 'Come on, let's go to the kitchen.’
In the kitchen, chefs and kitchen hands were bustling round making breakfast for Hearst and all his braves. Yen Olass saw two plates heaped high with steamed vegetables, rice and gaplax. She snaffled them.
'Hey,' shouted a man. 'That's reserved for Morgan Hearst and Watashi!’
'I know,' said Yen Olass. 'I was sent to get them. Come on, Monogail.’
And she exited from the kitchen bearing her trophies. They found their way to a courtyard, which was empty
