The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms
Page 28
I stared at him, unsure what to be more disgusted by: his choice to urinate in a public place, where others would smell his reek for days; his utter obliviousness; or my own carelessness.
Still, I had not been caught yet. I could have ducked back down, hidden myself behind a tree, and probably gone unnoticed. But perhaps an opportunity had presented itself. Surely a brother of Scimina would appreciate boldness from his newest rival.
So I waited until he finished and fastened his clothing. He turned to go, and probably still wouldnt have seen me if I hadnt chosen that moment to clear my throat.
Relad started and turned, blinking blearily at me for a full three breaths before either of us spoke.
Cousin, I said at last.
He let out a long sigh that was hard to interpret. Was he angry? Resigned? Both, perhaps. I see. So you were listening.
Yes.
Is this what they teach you in that jungle of yours?
Among other things. I thought I might stick to what I know best, Cousin, since no one has seen fit to tell me the proper way Arameri do things. I was actually hoping you might help me with that.
Help you He started to laugh, then shook his head. Come on, then. You might be a barbarian, but I want to sit down like a civilized man.
This was promising. Already Relad seemed saner than his sister, though that wasnt difficult. Relieved, I followed him through the brush into the clearing. It was a lovely little spot, so meticulously landscaped that it looked natural, except in its impossible perfection. A large boulder, contoured in exactly the right ways to serve as a lounging chair, dominated one side of the space. Relad, none too steady on his feet to begin with, slumped into this with a heavy sigh.
Across from the seat was a bathing pool, too small to hold more than two people comfortably. A young woman sat here: beautiful, nude, with a black bar on her forehead. A servant, then. She met my eyes and then looked away, elegantly expressionless. Another young womanclothed in a diaphanous gown so sheer she might as well have been nudecrouched near Relads lounge, holding a cup and flask on a tray. I made no wonder that hed had to relieve himself, seeing this; the flask was not small, and it was nearly empty. Amazing he could still walk straight.
There was nowhere for me to sit, so I clasped my hands behind my back and stood in polite silence.
All right, then, Relad said. He picked up an empty glass and peered at it, as if checking for cleanliness. It had obviously been used. What in every demons unknown name do you want?
As I said, Cousin: help.
Why would I possibly help you?
We could perhaps help each other, I replied. I have no interest in becoming heir after Grandfather. But I would be more than willing to support another candidate, under the right circumstances.
Relad picked up the flask to pour a glass, but his hand wavered so badly that he spilled a third of it. Such waste. I had to fight the urge to take it from him and pour properly.
Youre useless to me, he said at last. Youd only get in my wayor worse, leave me vulnerable to her. Neither of us needed clarification on who he meant by her.
She came here to meet with you about something completely different, I said. Do you think its a coincidence she mentioned me in the process? It seems to me that a woman does not discuss one rival with anotherunless she hopes to play them against each other. Perhaps she perceives us both as threats.
Threats? He laughed, then tossed back the glass of whatever-it-was. He couldnt have tasted it that fast. Gods, youre as stupid as you are ugly. And the old man honestly thinks youre a match for her? Unbelievable.
Heat flashed through me, but I had heard far worse in my life; I kept my temper. Im not interested in matching her. I said it with more edge than I would have preferred, but I doubted he cared. All I want is to get out of this godsforsaken place alive.
The look he threw me made me feel ill. It wasnt cynical, or even derisive, just horrifyingly matter-of-fact. Youll never get out, that look said, in his flat eyes and weary smile. You have no chance.
But instead of voicing this aloud, Relad spoke with a gentleness that unnerved me more than his scorn. I cant help you, Cousin. But I will offer one piece of advice, if youre willing to listen.
I would welcome it, Cousin.
My sisters favorite weapon is love. If you love anyone, anything, beware. Thats where shell attack.
I frowned in confusion. Id had no important lovers in Darr, produced no children. My parents were already dead. I loved my grandmother, of course, and my uncles and cousins and few friends, but I could not see how
Ah. It was plain as day, once I thought about it. Darr itself. It was not one of Sciminas territories, but she was Arameri; nothing was beyond her reach. I would have to find some means of protecting my people.
Still, I had not been caught yet. I could have ducked back down, hidden myself behind a tree, and probably gone unnoticed. But perhaps an opportunity had presented itself. Surely a brother of Scimina would appreciate boldness from his newest rival.
So I waited until he finished and fastened his clothing. He turned to go, and probably still wouldnt have seen me if I hadnt chosen that moment to clear my throat.
Relad started and turned, blinking blearily at me for a full three breaths before either of us spoke.
Cousin, I said at last.
He let out a long sigh that was hard to interpret. Was he angry? Resigned? Both, perhaps. I see. So you were listening.
Yes.
Is this what they teach you in that jungle of yours?
Among other things. I thought I might stick to what I know best, Cousin, since no one has seen fit to tell me the proper way Arameri do things. I was actually hoping you might help me with that.
Help you He started to laugh, then shook his head. Come on, then. You might be a barbarian, but I want to sit down like a civilized man.
This was promising. Already Relad seemed saner than his sister, though that wasnt difficult. Relieved, I followed him through the brush into the clearing. It was a lovely little spot, so meticulously landscaped that it looked natural, except in its impossible perfection. A large boulder, contoured in exactly the right ways to serve as a lounging chair, dominated one side of the space. Relad, none too steady on his feet to begin with, slumped into this with a heavy sigh.
Across from the seat was a bathing pool, too small to hold more than two people comfortably. A young woman sat here: beautiful, nude, with a black bar on her forehead. A servant, then. She met my eyes and then looked away, elegantly expressionless. Another young womanclothed in a diaphanous gown so sheer she might as well have been nudecrouched near Relads lounge, holding a cup and flask on a tray. I made no wonder that hed had to relieve himself, seeing this; the flask was not small, and it was nearly empty. Amazing he could still walk straight.
There was nowhere for me to sit, so I clasped my hands behind my back and stood in polite silence.
All right, then, Relad said. He picked up an empty glass and peered at it, as if checking for cleanliness. It had obviously been used. What in every demons unknown name do you want?
As I said, Cousin: help.
Why would I possibly help you?
We could perhaps help each other, I replied. I have no interest in becoming heir after Grandfather. But I would be more than willing to support another candidate, under the right circumstances.
Relad picked up the flask to pour a glass, but his hand wavered so badly that he spilled a third of it. Such waste. I had to fight the urge to take it from him and pour properly.
Youre useless to me, he said at last. Youd only get in my wayor worse, leave me vulnerable to her. Neither of us needed clarification on who he meant by her.
She came here to meet with you about something completely different, I said. Do you think its a coincidence she mentioned me in the process? It seems to me that a woman does not discuss one rival with anotherunless she hopes to play them against each other. Perhaps she perceives us both as threats.
Threats? He laughed, then tossed back the glass of whatever-it-was. He couldnt have tasted it that fast. Gods, youre as stupid as you are ugly. And the old man honestly thinks youre a match for her? Unbelievable.
Heat flashed through me, but I had heard far worse in my life; I kept my temper. Im not interested in matching her. I said it with more edge than I would have preferred, but I doubted he cared. All I want is to get out of this godsforsaken place alive.
The look he threw me made me feel ill. It wasnt cynical, or even derisive, just horrifyingly matter-of-fact. Youll never get out, that look said, in his flat eyes and weary smile. You have no chance.
But instead of voicing this aloud, Relad spoke with a gentleness that unnerved me more than his scorn. I cant help you, Cousin. But I will offer one piece of advice, if youre willing to listen.
I would welcome it, Cousin.
My sisters favorite weapon is love. If you love anyone, anything, beware. Thats where shell attack.
I frowned in confusion. Id had no important lovers in Darr, produced no children. My parents were already dead. I loved my grandmother, of course, and my uncles and cousins and few friends, but I could not see how
Ah. It was plain as day, once I thought about it. Darr itself. It was not one of Sciminas territories, but she was Arameri; nothing was beyond her reach. I would have to find some means of protecting my people.
