''Then save the one you can,' Liat said. 'And do it now, before you lose that chance too.'
Nayiit blinked in something like surprise and glanced down at the still-wailing boy. I Its expression hardened and he took it pose of apology.
'You're right, lother. I wasn't thinking.'
'Go. Now,' Ifiat said. 'loo don't have much time.'
'I want nay sister!' I)anat howled.
'She's going to meet its there,' Nayiit said, and then swept the boy up in his arms with it grunt. I)anat-eyes puffy and red, snot streaming from his nose-pulled back to stare at Nayiit with naked mistrust. Nayiit smiled his charming smile. His father's smile. Otah's. 'It's going to he fine, I)anat-kya. Your mama and papa and your sister. They'll meet its at the cave. But we have to leave now.'
'No they won't,' the boy said.
'You watch,' Nayiit said, lying cheerfully. 'You'll sec. F, iah's probably there already.'
'But we have the cart.'
'Yes, good thought,' Nayiit said. 'Let's go see the cart.' lie leaned over, awkward with his burden of boy, and kissed Hat.
'I'll do better,' he murmured.
You're perfect, Hat wanted to say. You've always been the perfect boy.
But Nayiit was rushing away now, his robes billowing behind him as he sped to the end of the gallery, I)anat still on his hip, and turned to the North and vanished toward the back halls and the cart and the North where if the gods could hear Liat's prayers, they would be safe.
A passage led from the lower warehouse on the street level into the underground should there he a need to retreat into that shelter. In the great empty space-the warehouse emptied of its wares-Nlaati wrote the text of his binding on the smooth stone wall, pausing occasionally to rub his hands together and try to calm his unquiet mind. A stone stair led tip to the second-floor snow doors, which stood open to let the sun in until they were ready to light the dozen glass lanterns that lined the walls. The air blew in bitterly cold and carried a few stray flakes of hard snow that had found their way down from the sky.
Ideally, Alaati would have spent the last day meditating on the binding-holding the nuances of each passage clear in his mind, creating step-by-step the mental structure that would become the andat. Ile had done his best, drinking black tea and reading through his outline for Corrupting-the-Generative. The binding looked solid. I Ic thought he could hold it in his mind. With months or weeks-perhaps even days-he could have been sure. But this morning he felt scattered. The hot metal scent of the brazier, the wet smell of the snow, the falling gray snowflakes against a sky of white, the scuffing of Cehmai's feet against the stone floor, and the occasional distant call of trumpet and drum as the armsmen and defenders of Nlachi took their places-everything seemed to catch his attention. And he could not afford distraction.
'I don't know if I can do this,' he said. His voice echoed against the stone walls, sounding hollow. He turned to meet Cehmai's gaze. 'I don't know if I can go through with this, Cehmai-kya.'
'I know,' the other poet said, but did not pause in his work of chalking symbols into the spare walls. 'I felt the same before I took StoneMade-Soft from my master. I don't think any poet has ever gone to the binding without some sense he was jumping out of a tower in hopes of learning to fly on the way down.'
'But the binding,' Nlaati said. 'We haven't had time.'
'I don't know,' Cehmai said, turning to look at Maati. 'I've been thinking about it. The draft you made. It's as complex as some bindings I saw when I was training. The nuances support each other. The symbols seem to hang together. And the structure that deflects the price fits it. I think you've been working on this for longer than you think. Maybe since Saraykeht fell.'
Nlaati looked out the snow door at their bright square of sky. Ills chest felt tight. He thought for a moment how sad it would be to have come this far and collapse now from a had heart.
'I remember when I was at the village the second time,' Nlaati said. 'After Saraykeht. After Liat left me. 't'here was a teahouse at the edge of the village. Tanam Choyan's place.'
'high walls,' Cehmai said. 'And a red lacquer door to the back room. I remember the place. They always undercooked the rice.'
'I ie did,' Nlaati said. 'I'd forgotten that. 'T'here was a standing game of tiles there. I remember once a boy came to play and didn't know any of the rules. Not even what season led, or when two winds made a trump. lie bet everything he had at the first tile. He knew he was in over his head, so he risked it all at once. lie thought if he kept playing, then the men at the table who knew better than he did would strip him of every length of copper he had. If he put everything on one handwell, someone had to win, and it might he him as well as anyone else. I understand now how he felt.'
'l)id he win?'
'No,' Nlaati said. 'But I respected the strategy.'
A trumpet blared out above them-Otah sending some signal among his men. Answering horns came from around the city. MIaati could no more tell where they originated than guess how many snowflakes were in the wide air. Cehmai's surprised breath caught his attention like a hook pulling at a fish. lie turned to the man, and then followed his gaze to the stairway leading down to the tunnels. Eiah stood there, her ribs pumping hard, as if she'd run to reach them. Her hair was pulled hack in a messy knot at the back. I Ier robes were bright green shot with gold.
'1? iah-cha,' Cehmai said, stepping toward her. 'What are you doing here?'
The girl looked up at Cehmai, stepping away from him as if she might run. Her gaze darted to Nlaati. lie smiled and took a pose that was welcome and inquiry both. 1- iah's hands fluttered between half a dozen poses, settling on none of them.
'They need physicians,' she said. 'People are going to get hurt. I don't want to be useless. And… and I want to he here when you stop them. I helped with the binding as much as Cehmai did.'
't'hat was a gross untruth, but the girl delivered it with such conviction that Nlaati felt himself half-believing. He smiled.
'You were supposed to go with Nayiit-cha and your brother,' Maati said.
I ter mouth went small, her face pale.
'I know,' she said. laati waved her closer, and she came to him, skirting around Cehmai as if she feared he would grab her and haul her away to where she was supposed to be. Maati sat on the cold stone floor and she sat with him.
'It isn't safe here,' he said.
'It's safe enough that you can be here. And Papa-kya. And you're the two most important men in the world.'
'I don't know that-'
'He's the Emperor. Even the Khai Cetani says so. And you're going to kill all the Galts. There can't be any place safer than with both of you. Besides, what if something happens and you need a physician?'
'I'll find one of the armsmen or a servant they can spare,' Cehmai said. 'We can at least have her safely-'
'No,' Maati said. 'Let her stay. She reminds me why we're doing this.'
Eiah's grin was the image of relief and joy. Of all the terrors and dangers arrayed before them, hers had been that she might he sent away. He took her hand and kissed it.
'Go sit by the stairs,' he said. 'Don't interrupt me, and if Cehmai- cha tells you to do something, you do it. No asking why, no arguing him out of it. You understand me?'
Eiah flung her hands into a pose of acceptance.
'And Eiah-kya. Understand what I'm doing has risks to it. If I die here-hush, now, let me finish. If I fail the binding and my little protection doesn't do what we think it will, I'll pay the price. If that happens, you have to remember that I love you very deeply, and I've done this because it was worth the risk if it meant keeping you safe.'
Eiah swallowed and her eyes shone with tears. Maati smiled at her, stood again, and waved her back toward the stairs. Cehmai came close, frowning.
'I'm not sure that was a kind thing to tell her,' he said, but a sudden outburst of trumpet calls sounded before Maati could reply. Maati thought could hear the distant tattoo of drums echoing against the city walls. He gestured
