whole clan and harmed our position in the var's eyes, but you did not.'
'It was not your fault,' said Anji. 'There was nothing you could have done.'
'Maybe so. Maybe not. She was a headstrong girl.'
Anji's smile ghosted, and vanished. 'Precisely her charm.' He glanced at Mai but said nothing more.
Beje looked at Mai, too, and nodded as if in answer to an unspoken question. 'Truly, this one is a beautiful woman. I have seen many handsome women in my time, but this one I can see has been kissed by the Merciful One with grace of spirit. Still, no need to have married her as she is not Qin.'
'A man may keep a knife hidden in his boot in case he falls onto hard times and needs to defend himself when attack is least expected. She is my knife.'
Mai flushed again as Beje examined her, frowning.
'Is she? Hmm.' They sat in silence.
How odd that it should be so very quiet, as if a spell veiled them. Mai kept her hands folded in her lap and examined first her husband and then the old commander, who after a bit picked up his knife and began to whittle. The whit whit of the knife strokes sounded like a bird's cry, heard from a distance. She couldn't tell what shape was emerging from the wood. Anji sat so still that she would have thought him asleep except his eyes were open, though he didn't precisely seem to be looking at anything. Lost in memory, perhaps. Surely he was thinking of his first wife, whoever or whatever she had been.
Headstrong. She had shamed her family.
That didn't sound promising.
I will never shame him or the Mei clan.
A bug tick tick ed. Leaves rustled. Beje set down his carving just as Sheyshi reappeared, bearing a tray with four painted bowls on it. Now Mai got a better look at her. Her complexion had a richer brown color than that of Kartu people, whom the creator of all had admixed with the clay and sandstone of the desert, and she had a more prominent nose, in some manner resembling Anji's. She had pretty eyes and pretty ways and a pretty smile as she offered Mai a pretty little bowl filled with steaming khaif, a real luxury, which Mai had only ever tasted once in her life at Grandmother's double-double anniversary four years ago, when she had counted four rounds of twelve years. Even Priya was handed a bowl, out of respect for her learning.
They sipped as the servant girl waited, kneeling, by the sliding door. Priya nodded appreciatively, but said nothing.
When they had each emptied their bowl and the heady aroma and flavor had quite gone to Mai's head, making the world seem large and pleasant indeed, Sheyshi collected the bowls and departed through the trees.
'So,' said Beje. 'So, Anjihosh, you are wondering.'
'I am.'
'Do you know why you were sent east?'
'Yes. To take over command of the garrison and army at Tars Fort.'
'A lot of transfers, troops being moved along the border, and to the border.'
'Yes. I have wondered about that also. The var is too wise to attack the empire. We can't defeat them.'
'It seems unlikely. I can now tell you that all this movement is part of a larger plan, one the var has only recently unveiled to his regional commanders. We are massing an army along the border to ride to the aid of the emperor.'
Anji blinked but otherwise revealed no emotion. 'Why would the Qin act as servants, as hired soldiers, for the emperor?'
'The var wishes to maintain stability. No way to trade with the empire, or collect tribute from their outlying towns, if they're torn apart by civil war, is there?'
'Why would the empire have civil war? Emperor Farutanihosh is a strong administrator. The empire is at peace, and well run.'
Beje reached inside his blue silk tunic-only Qin commanders were allowed to wear that particular shade of heaven blue-and withdrew a pristine folded-rice-paper message sealed with the stylized horse-stamp sigil that every merchant recognized because it represented the authority of the Qin var. Only the var's officials carried such seals. With a manifest bearing that seal, any officer could requisition a family's entire stock of grain or their best ram or bolts of silk hidden away for weddings and prayer offerings.
He held it up now. 'Emperor Farutanihosh is dead.'
Anji paled. The words struck him hard, but he said nothing.
'The emperor's eldest son Farazadihosh has become emperor. However, another claimant seeks the throne. There is dispute, and there is fighting in the southern provinces. The var has offered to help Emperor Farazadihosh put down his rival in exchange for the Qin receiving certain trading privileges. The new emperor has, it seems, not as many troops as the claimant, who seeks to oust him.'
Anji seemed struck dumb. Mai stared. She had never seen him at a loss. Never. Never.
'The new emperor is interested in the var's offer. Of course. He'll lose without our support. Even a fool can see it. But he has one demand. Just one, before he allows our troops into the empire. He wants proof of your death.' He waved the message. 'This message, here in my hand, is an order. For your head. By order of the var himself.'
'Ah.' The sound escaped Anji on an exhale.
Beje waited, but the captain said nothing more. His hands were in fists, his gaze sightless, and he did not move.
'Why does the new emperor, this one called Farazadihosh, want you dead, Anjihosh?'
Mai had gone hot, arms tingling, as though fire burned nearby. She held her breath, waiting.
Anji found his breath, and she breathed again as he spoke, his voice so low she strained to hear him. 'Because I'm his younger brother.'
Beje waved the message dismissively. 'I know you're the new emperor's brother. Why does he want you dead?'
'Ah. Ah, well.' Slowly, he recovered himself, like a man pulling himself by rope out of flooding waters: hand over hand. 'It is the custom of the emperor to kill all his half brothers when he ascends to the throne. Usually his full brothers as well, if he has any.'
'Half? Full? What does this mean?'
'The same man sired us. We had different mothers.'
'But surely your father the Emperor Farutanihosh had a chief wife. Her sons would always take precedence over sons by secondary wives and concubines.'
'No. The emperor may elevate any of his wives or concubines at any time he pleases. He may disinherit, or give preference to, whichever son is his favorite, or the favorite of whichever wife grips his staff most firmly.'
'Tss! That's no way to be strong. Brothers should support one another.'
'Not in the royal court of the Sirniakan Empire. Azadihosh's mother tried to have me murdered once my mother fell out of favor. That's when my mother had me smuggled west to the Qin.'
Beje scratched an ear. 'To her brother, the var. Then if princes are so ruthless in the empire, how comes there to be a claimant to rise against the new emperor?'
'My father the Emperor Farutanihosh has always been a canny and ruthless administrator. No one contests- contested-that. No one who contested that survived. But the noble clans consider-considered-him to be a softhearted, weak man, because at the request of his mother he left alive his younger full brother, Ufarihosh. He even let him marry and govern the southern provinces. The brothers were on good terms, if royal brothers can ever be said to be on good terms in the empire. Azadihosh and his mother must not have been able to murder Ufarihosh's sons before a claimant rose out of their ranks.'
'Yet these would be the nephews of the emperor, not the sons of the emperor. Surely that would damage their claim.'
'Perhaps. The southern provinces are populous, and traditional, old-fashioned. The son of an emperor known to be weakhearted, like Farutanihosh, might not receive their support if a better claimant raised his spear. Anything could happen there. I don't know. My mother hoped to keep me out of palace politics by sending me away to her own people, to the Qin, where it would never matter what happened to me. I would be an exile. I would be dead to the court. But now they've come to find me, just as she feared. She meant to keep secret what had become of me.
