our karma.”
I had a notion what he meant only because I was studying the Jaicuri scriptures. “You are a good people.”
Ky Dam was amused. “Some might argue. We do strive to be an honorable folk.”
“I understand. We so strive in the Black Company.”
“Excellent.”
“I came because Thai Dei said you want to talk.”
“I did.”
I waited. My gaze kept straying to the woman making tea.
“Standardbearer.”
I started... “No,” I said softly, unaware that I was speaking aloud. I had not fallen into one of those black fugues. I’d just become distracted momentarily. Couldn’t blame a man for that. Not with a woman like that to distract him.
I said, “Thank you, Speaker. For not labelling me with one of those unappealing names you tend to employ.”
I could not resist a small smile that told him I knew he wanted something badly enough to keep me in a generous mood.
He nodded in turn, acknowledging my awareness.
Damn. I was turning into an old man myself. Maybe we could sit here grinning and grunting and nodding and arrange the whole future of the world. “Thank you,” I said when the pretty woman presented my tea.
That surprised her. She looked me in the eye for a moment, startling me. Her eyes were green. She neither smiled nor acknowledged me in any other way.
“Remarkable,” I said, to nobody in particular. “Green eyes.” Then I controlled myself and waited while the Speaker sipped some tea before he started circling in on his problem.
He told me, “Green eyes are rare and greatly admired among Nyueng Bao.” He took a ritual sip. “Hong Tray may part the veil occasionally but her visions are not always true, or not always fixed. Or they may be visions that have not yet come to pass. She does not see recognizable people so it is hard to determine when the visions might be taking place.”
“Uhm?” The woman in question sat with eyes downcast, slowly turning a jade bracelet that hung loose upon her left wrist. Her eyes were green, too.
“She foresaw the flood. We believed that would prove to be a false vision because we could imagine no way so much water could be brought to Jaicur.”
“But we’re in the middle of a lake now. The world’s widest moat. The Shadowlanders won’t bother us anymore.”
It took the old man a minute to understand that I was not serious. “Oh.” He chuckled. Hong Tray looked up and smiled. She had gotten the joke first. “I see. Yes. But it will serve the Shadowmaster, not us. Any attempt to leave will require rafts or boats, easily spotted, which cannot move enough men to force a breakthrough.”
The old boy was a general, too.
“You got it.” Shadowspinner had found an ingenious solution to his manpower problem. Now he could challenge Lady confident that we would not jump on his back.
“The reason I wished to confer is that in her vision Hong Tray saw the water rise to within ten feet of the battlements.” “That would make seventy feet of water.” I glanced at the old woman. She seemed to be studying me in a way that had nothing to do with curiosity. “That’s a shitload.” “There is another problem.” “Which is?” “We tried to calculate how many structures will rise above the waterline.”
“Oh-oh. I see.” I saw. Dejagore enjoyed a vertically oriented architecture, as walled cities do, but not many buildings overtopped the wall. And most surviving structures, even many that were partially burned, were occupied by someone. There would not be much housing available if the city flooded.
Luckily for us Old Crew our quarter boasted a lot of tall tenements.
“Oh-oh indeed. In this area there are enough such structures to house our few pilgrims. But elsewhere it will go hard for the Jaicuri when the black men and their soldiers finally understand how much space they will need.”
“No doubt.” I thought a moment. Hell. People could camp out on the wall. Them getting in the way would not be a problem militarily.
Still, whatever we did, life would become pure hell if the water rose that high. “Presents a dilemma, doesn’t it?”
“Possibly a larger dilemma than you suspect.”
“How so?”
“If preparations are not initiated immediately much that might prove useful will be lost. But if you tell Mogaba this then it is likely the strong will rob the weak and leave them to suffer. There is now no need to exercise restraint because of potential attack.”
“I see.” Actually, I had foreseen the scramble for stores and high ground. But I did overlook the fact that Shadowspinner extricating himself also freed Mogaba to manage internal frictions in a manner more to his liking. “You have something in mind?”
“I wish to examine the possibility of a temporary alliance. Until Jaicur is relieved.”
“Has Hong Tray foreseen that as well?”
“No.”
I was surprised by the black despair that collapsed upon me.
“She has seen nothing one way or the other.”
I brightened. A very little.
“I am reluctant to undertake such an obligation,” Ky Dam confessed. “It was not my idea. It was Sahra’s.” He indicated the beautiful tea server. “But she trusts you for no reason she will explain and, moreover, her arguments make sense.”
Hong Tray wore a bemused expression. There was, in the way she looked at me, a hint that she foresaw much that she did not share.
I shivered.
Ky Dam continued, “We have no hope if we assume a traditional Nyueng Bao stance and depend upon ourselves alone. You have little hope if your Mogaba does not feel he needs your arms anymore.”
I stared at the beautiful one, though that was bad manners. She blushed. The attraction was so powerful, suddenly, that I gasped. I felt as though I had known her several lifetimes already.
What the...? This did not happen to me. Not anymore, anyway. I was no sixteen-year-old... Hell, I never felt like this when I was sixteen.
My soul was trying to tell me I knew this woman as well as a man ever knew any woman when, in truth, I had only just heard her name spoken for the first time.
There was something else over there, with her. That was more than one lovely daydream. I knew another one just like her, somewhere else...
The darkness came.
It was sudden and absolute and I had no time to decide if I was running away or being pulled down.
49
There was a long, long time in the dreamless dark. A time without an I. A time neither warm nor cold, a time with no happiness or fear or pain in a place no tortured soul would want to leave. But a pin pricked a hole in the envelope. The tiniest thread of light found its way in and fell upon an imaginary eye.
Movement.
A rush toward a point, which swelled and became a passageway into a world of time and matter and pain.
I knew who I was. I staggered under the crushing weight of a host of congruent memories surfacing all at
