Trapped no longer, and better you become aware of it now before her plans are unleashed.
You’re lying.
Arvaneh means “one of three” in Kalhani. She broke free of her bonds years ago, and when she did she returned to the desert where we believe she was born. From there she arranged to be purchased by one of the Kamarisi’s men. After moving to Aleke s ir to join his harem, she spent months watching him, creeping her way into his mind, and now she has taken him. She came with little, but now she has the resources of an Empire at her beck and call. It is her. Do not doubt these words. Now please, release me.
Atiana realizes that the hold she had on her would be painful. She releases her completely, confident she can find her should she choose to flee. I would-
Atiana feels a disturbance in the currents, a pressure that fills her, not with pain, but something akin to it.
I would speak with you. Face to face.
Ushai pauses. What’s happening?
The pressure increases. Atiana expands her awareness, allowing it to encompass more of the ruins, more of Baressa. She knows it must be coming from the straits, but it doesn’t feel like a simple disturbance or a clash of currents. It feels as though part of her is tearing, as though a part of her has begun to burn.
Memories and emotions come to her unbidden. Running through the halls of Galostina, bright with excitement. Unbridled fear while staring down for the first time from the gunwales of a windship. The drip of water in the drowning chamber. The earthy smell of rendered goat fat. Father staring sternly down at her, his sad eyes filled with disappointment. A candle that she touched with the tips of her fingers, heating them to the point of pain before yanking them away.
And on and on. She is in this moment completely and utterly at their mercy.
I do not-
And then the pain increases sharply, and her world goes white.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
T he air around Nasim was chill and damp, but it had a mineral sharpness that did much to keep him alert. The tunnels seemed only big enough for the sound of their climbing, plus the occasional drip of water. Neither he nor Rabiah had spoken since heading out from the collapse at the entrance. They hadn’t felt the need, and to speak felt as though they would give away their position-to whom, Nasim didn’t know; it simply seemed wise to talk as little as possible.
The tunnel was complete darkness, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t move through it. Nasim taught Rabiah how to draw upon her vanahezhan to feel her way along the tunnels. Nasim thought of drawing upon the vanahezhan as well, but Rabiah was weak, and only one of them needed sight, so he followed her closely and obeyed her instructions when she gave them. If he was blinded in the meantime, he didn’t mind. He had taken too many liberties with Rabiah already, no matter that it had been to protect them; allowing her to have sight and lead them both somehow felt proper.
Her earth sight was fouled when they came across water, even a trace amount of it. The first time it happened they heard only a trickle. The second time they heard nothing. The walls of the tunnel were damp-that was all. Nasim assumed there was a hidden stream within the earth, yet still it was enough to rob her of her newfound sight. They scrabbled, low to the ground, warding their hands in front of them to make their way beyond the deadening effects of the water.
They might have drawn upon a jalahezhan, but they were loath to do so. There were plenty around, but they might be drawn through the veil with even the smallest of contacts. The vanahezhan, however, seemed to be drawn to the collapse of the cavern, which now laid far behind them, leaving Nasim and Rabiah to choose from the lesser of them, the ones less likely to cross in this strange place where the worlds practically touched.
Nasim was somehow uncomfortable with the growing realization that he remembered this place. He could not recall Khamal walking these tunnels and warrens, and yet he knew with uncanny accuracy the path they needed to follow in order to reach the upper levels of the village, where the girl and the akhoz had surely been headed.
“Who do you think she was?” Nasim asked, growing tired of the silence. His voice echoed off into the distance.
“Someone Ashan brought to the island? A disciple?”
“Perhaps, but she was with the akhoz, going willingly.”
Rabiah was silent for a time. “Do you think we’ll find him?”
She meant Ashan. Nasim, shrouded in darkness, could only shrug. “Who can say? I had to try.”
In the distance they heard a small splash. They stopped for a moment, but the sound wasn’t repeated, so they continued on.
“There’s something I don’t understand,” Rabiah said. “You said you thought Ashan knew you’d come here. That he had come in order to protect you.”
“What of it?”
“Well, why would he do so alone? You said yourself that we needed to work together. That only in realizing our potential as arqesh could we close the rift here on Ghayavand. Neither of us believes the girl we saw has anything to do with Ashan. So what did he hope to accomplish?”
“I don’t know. He may have come simply to prepare the way. Perhaps he hoped to discover more before coming to find me. Perhaps he planned to find a piece of the Atalayina, or even all three. Who can say?”
“ You can. You knew him well, did you not?”
Nasim wanted to laugh, but somehow that didn’t feel right in this place. “In truth I hardly knew him at all. I will love him always, but to know someone is to speak with them, to live with them, to cry and laugh with them. I did none of those things with Ashan. I was lost. He was a beacon-that much is true-but it’s also true that from where I stood he was little more than a light in the distance. I know perhaps his heart, but little more than that.”
“Then what is in his heart?”
“Care for the world that has come before. Care for the world that is yet to be. Care for that which has been lost and what might yet be gained.” Nasim searched his mind for more, but as hard as he tried, he could only think of one more trait that had any bearing. “And kindness,” he said. “These are the things that drive Ashan. These and little else. He is a selfless man, caring for others before himself.”
“Then why did you not enlist his help?”
There was bitterness in her words. He didn’t mind, though. He had asked this same question of himself many times, feeling that same bitterness sitting deep in his heart like a hardening cyst. But there was really only one answer to this question. “He has already done enough. This is my path to follow.”
“Not just yours… Ours.”
She meant herself and Sukharam. “ Yeh, Rabiah. Yours as well.”
They entered a cavern where the slow drip of water could be heard, and here the darkness was no longer absolute. Pale pink light suffused the cavern from veins of softly glowing stone in the ceilings and walls and floors. It was not so bright that they could see the natural features clearly, but it was bright enough to allow them to see a set of natural stairs that let up to another, higher tunnel.
In this place, lost among the hidden warrens of the earth, Nasim could not help but think about his time with Ashan. He’d been little more than a prisoner within the shell of his own body. He could remember the feeling he’d had around Ashan, even down to the individual stones he wore in his circlet and on his wrists and ankles, but as they took to the stairs, he realized that these were not memories. He could feel them now, and they were growing stronger.
“He’s here,” Nasim said, surprised at the realization. “I can feel him.” It would be good-despite all his words of confidence of the need to come alone-to have Ashan at his side once more.
Rabiah said nothing, but he felt her prepare herself, felt her touch the walls of Adhiya.
“Be careful,” he said. “Draw upon them only at great need. We’ll not be so lucky as we were at the entrance
