A wraith-like entity flew past, travelling at speed. Looking vaguely female, it seemed to be clothed in something gauzy that flowed behind it like a tangle of spider webs. It showed no interest in them. Tanalvah guessed it was a messenger glamour.
‘As I’ve been allowed no part, I can’t really do anything to endanger it, can I?’
‘But I’m sure they will. Involve you in the move, that is. With your talents-’
‘Yes,’ Serrah replied cynically, ‘of course they will.’
‘Oh, Serrah…We need you. Whether you have a role in the exodus or not.’
They reached a crossing of two main thoroughfares. Grand carriages swept by, drawn by zebra, stags, panthers, grotesquely large swans and lizards; any of a hundred different exotic beasts the horses had been charmed to resemble.
‘I’m going back to Karr’s place,’ Serrah decided.
‘I’ll come with you.’
‘No. I’ll be fine.’
‘I’m worried about you.’
‘There’s no need.’
‘Well, I am supposed to be at Kinsel’s. Sure you’ll be all right?’
‘I can manage.’
‘If you come across any more roadblocks…’
‘I promise I’ll restrain myself.’ She flashed a fleeting but genuine smile, turned and moved into the throng.
Tanalvah watched her for a moment, then set off in the opposite direction.
It was a short walk to her destination. But Tanalvah took a convoluted route, just in case.
The neighbourhood where she now lived was affluent. It had wide, clean streets and substantial, well- maintained buildings. The magic on display was tasteful and costly, and there were no beggars. Everything about the place seemed designed to make her feel guilty.
When she entered the villa, Tanalvah’s lover was waiting for her.
They embraced, and he said, ‘What’s the matter, Tan? You look troubled.’
‘I’ve been with Serrah.’
‘Ah.’ It was all Kinsel Rukanis really needed to know. He’d been there when Serrah gave way to despair, and he’d seen how she was since. Nevertheless he asked, ‘What happened?’
‘Nothing she hasn’t done a dozen times before. Not that that makes it any less frightening.’
‘No. But we mustn’t forget that if it wasn’t for Serrah-’
‘We wouldn’t be here. I know. If it hadn’t been for that, I’d say to hell with her.’
‘She needs her friends more than ever now. Attempting suicide wasn’t the end of her troubles. Far from it.’
‘At least she hasn’t tried it again.’
‘Really? Don’t you see her reckless behaviour as just another way of achieving her death wish?’
‘I don’t think it’s that simple. Well, maybe it’s partly that. Mostly I reckon she’s…pushing boundaries. It’s like she has to have control, even if it means creating situations where she’s most likely to lose it.’ She shrugged. ‘I don’t know.’
‘We don’t need a problem like this at the moment, Tan. Not with the move imminent.’
‘I told her that. She might have taken it in, I couldn’t be sure.’
Kinsel sighed. ‘The Council has enough complications to deal with, seeing as our destination’s causing so much controversy.’
‘That’s not your concern, dear. Let others take the decisions. Don’t fret about it.’
‘I do rather, don’t I?’ He smiled, almost shyly. ‘But it’s only because I care passionately for the enterprise. I wouldn’t want anything to endanger it.’
She smiled back. ‘I know
that
. Even if we don’t see entirely eye to eye on the place the Council’s chosen.’
‘I think it’s an inspired choice.’
‘In some ways it is. But it has bad associations for many in my former profession. It’s never been that popular with whores.’
‘I wish you wouldn’t-’
‘We can’t change what I was, Kin. I thought we’d agreed to be honest about it.’
‘We did. I just don’t like you referring to yourself that way.’
‘It’s only a word. A description of something I did, not what I am.’
‘Of course it is, my love. And as far as the haven’s concerned we can expunge its history and build something better there. But it doesn’t matter where the refuge is. The important thing-’ he leaned forward and kissed her ‘-is that we share the same dream.’
‘Yes, darling.’
‘I only wish I could do something more constructive to help bring it about.’
‘This is your day for worrying, isn’t it?’
‘Well, there’s not much call for a pacifist in a resistance movement.’
‘Idiot,’ she teased. ‘You’ve done invaluable work for the cause, and risked your life in the process.’
‘I think you’re pitching it a bit high, Tan. Anyway, since Karr pulled me from intelligence gathering I feel like a fifth wheel on a wagon.’
‘I’m glad he did. It was getting far too dangerous. Now you can concentrate on your real talent.’
‘The singing? It seems frivolous at times like these.’
‘It brings people respite. Don’t underestimate the value of that, my dear.’
‘If anybody’s getting respite, Tan, it’s the wrong people; the rich, the influential, the occupiers and their followers. What I do never seemed more irrelevant.’
‘So make it relevant.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You have a gift from the gods. It’s a sin not to use it. Take your voice to those who wouldn’t normally hear it. Let the poor have the benefit for once.’
‘I’ve always tried to perform for as wide an audience as possible.’
‘Yes, but what does that amount to? A few seats for charity cases. That’s not your fault, Kin; it’s the system you’re part of. What I’m thinking of is something big, and cheap enough for people to afford. No, forget that.
Free
. Free and open to everyone.’
‘In one of the city’s open spaces. A park, perhaps.’
‘Right.’
‘It’s a good idea, Tan. But…’
‘What?’
‘We’re in a state of emergency, remember. Martial law. The authorities aren’t keen on large gatherings.’
‘You have connections. Use them. Pull strings.’
He brightened. ‘I could try, I suppose.’
‘Sell it as a mollifying event. You know, a way to turn people’s minds from the troubles.’
‘Bread and circuses.’
‘If you’re not taking this seriously, Kin-’
‘No, no.’ He laughed and hugged her. ‘I said, it’s a good idea. Thank you, Tan.’
She could see he was taken with the notion. It was good to set his mind on something other than brooding about the move.
There was a clattering on the stairs, and shrill, excited voices.
Kinsel grinned. ‘Here comes trouble.’
Two minor hurricanes burst through the door. Teg, nearly six, had a shock of ginger hair and freckled cheeks. His sister, Lirrin, going on nine, sported a long blonde mane nearly as pale as her milky complexion.
The children rushed to enfold themselves in outstretched arms. Amid a flurry of caresses and laughter, Kinsel
