Commitment Hour

Leeta's soft old eyes took on a hard edge. 'And it's just coincidence he stayed healthy for twenty-five years, then died twelve hours after you arrived?'

'Yes,' said Dorr, 'it's just coincidence.'

I hadn't even heard her coming up behind me — living in Hakoore's house, she had learned to move without making noises that might disturb the old snake. Dorr said, 'Bonnakkut's death had nothing to do with the outsiders.'

We all turned to look at her. She reached to her belt and pulled out the knife from her hip-sheath: the knife I had seen her holding in Cypress Marsh, when she had just cut off a wad of dye plants. In the marsh, the blade had been clean except for a gleam of sap from the reeds. Now the metal was splashed with rusty brown stains.

'Dorr…' Steck began.

'Quiet!' Dorr snapped. It was the first time in years I'd heard her raise her voice; and the voice was deep, unwomanly. 'This is my time,' she told Steck. Then she lifted the knife above her head, blade pointing to the sky. 'See?' she shouted. 'Everybody see? I killed him!'

With a fierce motion, she swung down the knife and rammed it deep into the wood of the black barrel.

No one moved. It wasn't shock or surprise; we were frozen with embarrassment, as if Dorr was an unliked little girl who was telling lies to get attention. Even with blood on her knife, no one took her seriously. This was Dorr, granddaughter of the Patriarch's Man. She wasn't a killer, she was just crazy and desperate.

Dorr looked around at our faces; she must have seen our pitying disbelief. 'I really did it!' she said angrily. 'Because he was a pig.'

'Dorr…' Steck began again, at the same time Leeta said, 'Shush, Dorr! His family's here.'

'My granddaughter is out of her mind,' Hakoore declared loudly. He jabbed a bony finger in her direction. 'Go home, woman.'

'You know I'm not a woman,' Dorr said. And reaching down with her good arm, she pulled her simple cotton dress high above her waist.

She was wearing underwear — a tight white girdle at crotch level, probably intended to smooth the outline of her groin… binding the bulge of penis and testicles. Under a dress, the camouflage worked, but exposed now in the bright summer sunlight, the tell-tale contours were plain for all to see.

Hakoore made a choking sound. Leeta looked toward him, concern filling her eyes. They really are lovers, I thought. Hakoore must have told Leeta about Dorr long ago. Now our priestess was more worried about the old snake than about his crazy granddaughter.

Dorr let go of her dress. It fell haphazardly about her thighs, and she made no effort to smooth it.

'Bonnakkut knew about me,' Dorr told the crowd. 'He came to our house now and then to discuss law with my grandfather. He must have seen something about me that made him suspicious.'

Sure, I thought. Just by chance. I could imagine Dorr tormenting her grandfather whenever Bonnakkut came over… dropping veiled hints about her true gender just to give the old man shudders. She might have 'accidentally' sat with her knees a little too open, or maybe scratched herself like a man, and eventually Bonnakkut caught on.

'He didn't do anything right away,' Dorr said, 'but when Lord Rashid and his Bozzle arrived… something about their presence infuriated Bonnakkut. He decided to take it out on me.'

I looked at Steck. Her face was stricken with dismay… and rightly so, I thought. Bonnakkut was just the sort to boil with rage over a Neut he couldn't fight; so he turned his anger on Dorr, a Neut who didn't have a Spark Lord for protector.

'He followed me into the woods and grabbed me,' Dorr went on. 'He said he'd tell everyone my secret unless I…' She stopped; her gaze moved to Ivis, who was listening in mute bewilderment, as if this had nothing to do with her father. 'He threatened me,' Dorr said in a lower voice. 'And I got very very angry. Bonnakkut must not have known how angry I could get — he actually turned his back on me while we were talking. That was when I…'

She reached toward the knife, still stabbed deep into the lid of the barrel. Her fingers stroked its hilt.

'And you took his gun?' Rashid asked.

Dorr looked at him, silent for a moment. 'Yes. I took his gun.'

'What did you do with it?'

'I threw it away.'

'Where?'

'Just away.' She turned back to the knife. 'Tober Cove doesn't need guns.'

Rashid gave an unreadable look to Steck; Steck didn't return it. My mother's eyes were downcast, guilty. One Neut precipitating the ruin of another.

The Spark Lord turned back to Dorr. 'So you killed Bonnakkut because he threatened to expose you. But here you are, only an hour later, voluntarily telling the whole village… when no one has accused you, or even questioned you about the murder.'

She looked at him, then shrugged. 'The truth would come out eventually. I didn't feel like waiting.'

'So you're saying you killed him,' Mintz suddenly said.

'I slit his throat like a hog.'

Mintz's spear lay near him on the ground. He snatched it up and leveled it at her; but Rashid moved quickly in front of Dorr, blocking any attack with his armored body. 'Let's not do anything hasty,' he said. 'Tobers believe in fair trials, don't they?'

'For Neuts?' Dorr laughed as if the idea was genuinely funny. 'Neuts get beaten and banished merely for existing. When one has actually committed murder…'

She looked at Mintz and the other warriors expectantly, but they showed no stomach for tangling with a Spark Lord twice in one day. Mintz let the tip of his spear sink until it touched the ground.

'Good,' Rashid nodded. 'We'll all be smart about this.'

'Too bad,' Dorr said to the warriors. 'You had your chance.'

Her free hand darted into the sling wrapped around her other arm. She pulled out a wineskin, its top already open, and squirted a stream of brown fluid into her mouth. Steck leapt forward, but Dorr had already swallowed.

She smiled as if she was pleased with herself.

Steck grabbed Dorr under the armpits and kicked her legs out from under her; Dorr's eyes widened in surprise, but her mouth stayed closed as Steck set her down roughly onto the grass. 'Open up!' Steck yelled, trying to force her fingers past Dorr's lips. 'Open your mouth!'

Dorr shook her head, teeth clenched tight.

'What goes down can come up again,' Steck replied. 'If you don't let me stick my finger down your throat, I'll punch you in the stomach.'

Dorr tried to cover her mouth with her hand.

'Fullin!' Steck snapped. 'Help me.'

I knelt and held Dorr's head steady as Steck tried to pry her jaw open. Dorr was still smiling, even as she resisted. Her eyes glittered, as if she were laughing at us.

'Don't hurt her!' Hakoore cried. 'You're hurting her.'

'Not her,' Mintz sneered, 'It.'

Steck glared at him in fury, then suddenly slammed the heel of her palm into Dorr's belly. Dorr gasped; her jaw loosened for a split second, and I got my fingers into her mouth. Her teeth clamped down on me… not hard, but enough to show she could do damage if she wanted. The look in her eyes was easy to read — if I didn't pull my hand out, she'd bite with all her strength.

Carefully, I drew my hand away. She actually gave a coy lick to my fingers as they slid out.

I remembered her kissing me.

'Yes,' Dorr murmured, her old half whisper. Perhaps only Steck and I heard. 'Your father would never forgive me if I hurt you… your violinist's hands.'

'Let us help you, Dorr!' Steck cried. 'This is such a waste.'

Dorr lifted her hand and cupped Steck's cheek. 'Take good care of him. You've always been…'

She suddenly gagged, as if she were going to throw up without our help. The sound turned into a cough, then a convulsion. I found myself holding her with all my strength, somehow believing she would be all right if I could stop her shaking.

Rashid leaned over me. 'Can you guess what she took?'

I shook my head. 'She knew a lot about vegetable extracts. She learned from her mother.'

Hakoore groaned. Leeta stood beside him, holding his hand.

Dorr lasted another twenty minutes. Eventually, we did make her vomit… after she was too weak to fight us. By then, her convulsions were coming every few seconds: long, shuddering spasms with all her muscles tightening, bucking, nearly bending her double.

It was not an easy death.

Toward the end, someone pulled me away from her body: Veen, Hakoore's sister, stone-faced as she watched her grandniece die. 'There's nothing you can do,' Veen said. 'And you don't want to become her death-husband, do you?'

I didn't know if a Neut could have a death-husband. But for Dorr's sake, I hoped one of the gods would accept her.

EIGHTEEN A Chicken Foot for Zephram

Rashid carried Dorr's body into the Council Hall where the last rites would have some privacy. He said he didn't worry about touching the corpse; his armor would protect him.

Hakoore and Leeta went to conduct the rites together. From the look on their faces, they didn't want spectators. Rashid, Steck and I quietly slipped out the side