and I saw fear had saturated her eyes and her hands were shaking.
Yep, I’d seriously fucked up.
The tent flaps slapped opened, my eyes snapped in that direction to see the warriors tense then step aside and then Lahn bent and entered.
I stopped breathing.
Bain, Zahnin and Seerim followed him but I only had eyes for Lahn.
I took him in, trying to read him but his face was blank as he took four steps toward me, stopped and crossed his arms on his chest. He was watching me the whole time but giving nothing away.
When he stopped moving he kept watching me.
I didn’t know if I should bow before him, ask him if I could explain, plead for my life (and Bain and Zahnin’s) or burst into the terrified tears that threatened to singe my throat.
So I just sat there, staring up at him.
This lasted awhile.
Then he turned his head and jerked a chin at Diandra which I didn’t know what that meant until he immediately turned back to me and started talking.
Diandra, catching his drift, translated.
“My tigress, it seems, unsheathes more than her claws.”
Oh fuck. I didn’t think that was a good start.
I felt it prudent to stay silent.
Lahn spoke. “You drew a warrior’s blood, my queen.”
I pressed my lips together and stayed quiet.
“You were the second woman today to draw his blood. He caught steel from his wife before you.”
The wound in his shoulder. She fought back.
There was something tragically beautiful about that.
I didn’t share this with Lahn. I kept my mouth shut.
He stared at me. I withstood it and kept my peace.
Then he said softly with Diandra interpreting, “I see it, even from here, shining in your eyes.”
I sucked in a breath that I dearly needed and ventured softly, “Linay tela?” See what?
“Your spirit, my warrior queen,” he replied just as softly using my language.
Okay, was that good?
He kept talking softy but reverted to Korwahk with Diandra translating.
“I have passed judgment, my tigress, and it will not be a decision you will like. But I am your king and it is my ruling so it will be done.”
“Wh… what is your decision?” I whispered when he didn’t go on.
“My warriors stood by their queen; they are not to be punished. They have been assigned as your personal guard and were doing what I commanded. They have vowed to take a blade should they need to do so in order to save your life. The situation you placed them in was grave, Dortak’s intention was to end his wife’s life and your intervention meant once he’d used his blade on her, he would have turned that steel on you. In order to keep you safe, they acted on their vows to me. They did what they were expected to do therefore they will not feel my censure.”
Well, that was good.
“Oh… okay.” I whispered.
“You, my Circe, should not have put them in the position to have to choose between their queen and their brother. It was not them but you who made a bad decision.”
Oh shit.
He stared at me again. My mouth went dry.
Then as his gaze stayed locked on mine, I watched as something I didn’t get flashed in his eyes before he murmured, “Kah teenkah rahna tunakanahsa.”
Diandra whispered, “My little golden warrior.”
Okay, I didn’t know. Was that good?
Lahn fell silent. I swallowed.
Then he spoke with Diandra translating. “I ask, in future, my tigress, that if you intend to be a warrior, you think like a warrior and that would mean, before you bare your claws or unsheathe your steel, you… actually… think.”
Okay, he said “in future” which would intimate I had one.
“Lahn,” I whispered.
He spoke over me (as did Diandra). “I must have her life, Circe.”
I blinked.
Then I asked, “What?”
“She took steel to her husband, this is forbidden. I must have her life.”
My lungs contracted.
Then I repeated, softer this time, “What?”
“This is my judgment,” he declared.
He couldn’t be serious.
“You know how he treats her,” I whispered.
“I do.”
“She had no other choice,” I explained.
Lahn nodded. “She didn’t,” he agreed. “And now, neither do I.”
“But you’re king,” I said quietly.
He took a step toward me and I used my hands to scoot back on the bed. His eyes dropped to my body, he stopped then they came to mine.
“I am king,” he said quietly. “And in one week, I face the challenge of Dortak’s blade. But today, I face the responsibility of releasing his wife from the prison he has made of their cham. Dortak will fall. She had to wait one week for release. She decided not to wait that week. She is Korwahk. She knew exactly what she was doing when she took steel to him. She knew if he didn’t end her life, I would. She was asking for this judgment, Circe. She is asking for this release. She knows, I know and you, my tigress, know that her treatment at his hands has broken her spirit. It is dead inside her. It is gone to another realm. She wishes to rejoin it. And you will sit on your throne beside me as I cast this judgment and the sentence is carried out. You will be there as my queen, as is your duty to me and your people. But you will also be there for her. It is your eyes she wishes to see before she moves to the next realm. It is your spirit so close to the surface that will guide her.” I had my eyes glued to him and I was panting as he finished in a gentle voice, “This is my judgment, my golden doe. Prepare yourself for your throne.”
Then he instantly turned and strode out of the tent, all the warriors following him.
I stared at the cham flaps for long moments after they were gone and even after my girls came bustling in.
Then my eyes slid slowly to Diandra.
“Did he just say I was attending that woman’s execution?” I whispered but she was close to the bed, reaching out to me, her manner hurried.
“He did, my dear, and we must not delay. For the sake of that poor girl, we need to end her suffering quickly. Therefore, we need to get you prepared.” She grabbed my hand, tugged me to my knees and automatically I crawled out of bed.
And then, without a word, stuck in a haze of horror, I allowed my girls and Diandra to prepare me to take my throne and witness an execution.
*Translation: “It is the Eunuch.”
**Translation: “Me and my king… [to Eunuch] My Lahn is busy but we are, um, coping well, uh, we are well. Happy.”
***Translation: “Farewell [until later], Tunakan.” [Tunakan: Warrior of Suh Tunak or the Korwahk Horde]
