fist, and she pried his fingers open, slipped off ten half leya, and strode across the grass to the creature. She sank gracefully to both knees-kneeling, she was still almost as tall as that shrunken, wasted body-and held out an open hand.
'An offering, holy one. Go in peace.'
The crabbed hand moved so fast that it was too late for Kesh to protest. It grabbed the silver, and scuttled away. 'A blessing on you, child! Do not kiss ghosts. The twice dead cannot love. Also, a fire gnat has just bitten your left ankle. Don't scratch! It only spreads the poison.'
It staggered out onto the road as Bai reached down and-as if bespelled-scratched at her left ankle, then barked a curse, jumped up, and repeatedly slapped the skin where she had just scratched, as though she could batter the stinging bite into submission.
'Five leya!' cried Kesh. 'No wonder you ran up debts!'
'Are you blind? That was a gods-touched vessel!'
'Some old beggar, you mean. Anyone can wear rags and stumble along the road mumbling well worn phrases. 'The twice dead cannot love!' Burn it! Now what do we do?'
'I have a hankering to get ourselves into the trees and hide for the night. Scout ahead at dawn.'
'You don't believe in all that ranting?'
But she did believe. She had been raised in the temple, at the heart of the goddess, if the Merciless One could be said to have a heart.
He touched the blessing bowl at his belt, thought about his evening prayers, and shrugged. 'The woods it is. Must we take turns at watch?'
'No need. The ginnies will warn us if any come close.'
He slept hard, curled on his side, but an animal pushing up against his back made him snort awake.
'Hush,' murmured Bai. He saw her form sitting upright beside him. Her hand touched his hair. 'Don't move.'
To sleep, they had crawled into a thicket situated on a rise that allowed them to see the road with little risk of being seen themselves. One of the ginnies was pressed against his upper back and neck as if trying to hide behind his body. He found himself staring through the patternwork of branches, toward the road. Torches flickered a dull red. Banners tied in fours drooped from poles. People tramped along, too many to count, strung out in a line and jangling with the ring and clatter of armed men. They had many horses, all on leads, but only one man was mounted. He rode in the middle, surrounded by the shield made by the rest. The hood of his long cloak shielded his face and fell in massive, lumpy folds over the body of the horse. Except for the sound of their steps and the occasional soft whuffle of a horse, the group moved without talk, striding briskly as they moved west-Olossiward- along the road.
The light faded away. A night-hatch chirped, answered by a second.
Bai leaned so close against him that her hair tickled his cheek. Her breath was hot on his ear. 'We'll go just before dawn. Follow after them. See what they're doing.'
'We won't! We'll head east and then north!'
She shifted away, but remained silent. The ginny-he still didn't know which one it was-stuck its head up to look over his neck, then ducked down again, pressed right up against him most uncomfortably. He didn't want to shoo it away because he didn't know if it would bite. It was as uncomfortable as a branch sticking into his back. The dreary hours passed in an agony of slowness, but at length he discovered that the mass of shadow off to the right was dissolving into the discrete twigs and leaves of the vast tranceberry bush that had helped shelter them. It was the wrong time of year for berries, which would, he noted with that part of his mind that never stopped toting things up for their market value, have brought thirty vey for a bucketload.
'Come on!' Bai rose. She slung the rolled-up cloak and jacket over her back. 'Let's go. It's light enough to walk the road.'
'Who do you think they were?'
She was already moving through the brush, pausing at the sloped verge to listen and look. Then she scrambled up, the ginnies surprisingly agile, racing in front of her up the slope. She was already fifty paces ahead before he got on the road, and she glanced back, slowed, and waited, tapping a foot. Birds sang their dawn songs in anticipation of day.
'Come on, come on.'
'What's the hurry? The sun isn't even up.'
'Just a feeling in my bones.'
From Olossi to a short way past the East Riding, West Track ran on an almost due west to east axis, parallel to the River Hayi. Past the East Riding, the river curved to the northeast and the road with it, the river dwindling as it moved upstream toward its source and the road reaching for its terminus at Horn.
Standing on the road, Kesh faced Hornward. Bai faced Olossiward. He began to walk east, not looking back. The idiocy of throwing away coin on a useless old beggar still made him burn. His stomach gnawed at nothing. He was hollow and he was angry. But at least he was free. Even free to walk away from Bai, if need be. From everything and everyone, alone in a way that made a smile tic up on his face every time he bit it down, because if he let that smile hit his face in full he would laugh, or he would cry, and he wasn't sure which.
She padded up beside him. The ginnies were draped over her shoulders like an expensive bit of ornament. She didn't look at him. She said nothing. For a long while-at least a mey-they walked east on the road in a silence that was both at odds and in harmony.
How could anyone be so stupid and pious as to give away coin that recklessly? To rack up debts the way she had?
And yet, did it matter? After all these years of toil, of being separated, they had actually succeeded. They were free, and together, able to walk where they willed and disagree as they wished, and no one to tell them otherwise!
Even the road welcomed them, although it could be said that the road welcomed all travelers. It was the coolest part of the day, and the sweetest. But at last the sun rose above the trees and chased away the shadows that protected them.
'The ginnies smell something that's making them restless,' said Bai. The lizards were raising their crests and kneading their feet into her shoulders, tongues flicking as they tasted the air. 'I didn't like the looks of those men. That looked like an army to me. Three hundred and twelve. Enough to cause serious trouble.'
'Three hundred and twelve?'
'I probably missed a few. Three cadres should have three hundred and twenty-four, plus their sergeants and captain.'
He whistled softly, wondering if she were joking, or if she had really been able to count them all.
Her stride caught a hitch; she skipped a step to catch up with him, grabbed his elbow, tugged him to a staggering halt. 'Look! Crows and vultures.'
North, above the trees, the dark wings circled.
33
On the morning of the third day, the day set for the council meeting, Captain Waras came to their island camp with an invitation to the long-promised baths for Mai, her attendants, and the captain and a pair of men, all that would be allowed to enter the city.
In the inner city, on the low ground near the docks, stood a baths complex fit for a rich man, with one wing for men and another for women. Midmorning, Mai found herself here, seated on a stool in a tiled room while attendants soaped her and scrubbed her and rinsed her with bucket after bucket of lukewarm water, just the right temperature for the hot day. After that, she refused the outdoor soaking pool where, it appeared, men and women sat naked together without the least interest in modesty. Instead, there was a smaller pool hidden in a shaded courtyard with little brightly colored lizards scrambling along the latticework walls, pots of orange and yellow flowers, and a dwarf fruit tree whose ripening bulbs were mottled in greens and pale yellows.
