The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms
Page 84
Ah, I see. But I wonder; did the little girl love her father?
I wonder that, too. Once, certainly, she must have; children cannot help loving. But what of later? Can love turn to hate so easily, so completely? Or did she weep inside even as she set herself against him? I do not know these things. But I do know that she set in motion a series of events that would shake the world even after her death, and inflict her vengeance on all humankind, not just her father. Because in the end, we are all complicit.
All of you? That seems a bit extreme.
Yes. Yes, it is. But I hope she gets what she wants.
* * *
This, then, was the Arameri succession: a successor was chosen by the family head. If she was the sole successor, she would be required to convince her most cherished person to willingly die on her behalf, wielding the Stone and transferring the master sigil to her brow. If there was more than one successor, they competed to force the designated sacrifice to choose one or the other. My mother had been sole heir; whom would she have been forced to kill, had she not abdicated? Perhaps she had cultivated Viraine as a lover for more than one reason. Perhaps she could have convinced Dekarta himself to die for her. Perhaps this was why she had never come back after her marriage, after my conception.
So many pieces had fallen into place. More yet floated, indistinct. I could feel how close I was to understanding it all, but would I have time? There was the rest of the night, the next day, and another whole night and day beyond that. Then the ball, and the ceremony, and the end.
More than enough time, I decided.
You cant, Sieh said again urgently, trotting along beside me. Yeine, Naha needs to heal, just as I did. He cant do that with mortal eyes shaping him
I wont look at him, then.
Its not that simple! When hes weak, hes more dangerous than ever; he has trouble controlling himself. You shouldnt His voice dropped an octave suddenly, breaking like that of a youth in puberty, and he cursed under his breath and stopped. I walked on, and was not surprised when I heard him stamp the floor behind me and shout, You are the stubbornest, most infuriating mortal Ive ever had to put up with!
Thank you, I called back. There was a curve up ahead; I stopped before rounding it. Go and rest in my room, I said. Ill read you a story when I get back.
What he snarled in reply, in his own tongue, needed no translation. But the walls did not fall in, and I did not turn into a frog, so he couldnt have been that angry.
Zhakkarn had told me where to find Nahadoth. She had looked at me for a long time before saying it, reading my face with eyes that had assessed a warriors determination since the dawn of time. That shed told me was a complimentor a warning. Determination could easily become obsession. I did not care.
In the middle of the lowermost residential level, Zhakkarn had said, Nahadoth had an apartment. The palace was perpetually shadowed here by its own bulk, and in the center there would be no windows. All the Enefadeh had dwellings on that level, for those unpleasant occasions when they needed to sleep and eat and otherwise care for their semimortal bodies. Zhakkarn had not mentioned why theyd chosen such an unpleasant location, but I thought I knew. Down there, just above the oubliette, they could be closer to Enefas Stone than to Itempass usurped sky. Perhaps the lingering feel of her presence was a comfort, given that they suffered so much in her name.
The level was silent when I stepped out of the lift alcove. None of the palaces mortal complement lived herenot that I blamed them. Who would want the Nightlord for a neighbor? Unsurprisingly, the level seemed unusually gloomy; the palace walls did not glow so brightly here. Nahadoths brooding presence permeated the whole level.
But when I rounded the last curve, I was briefly blinded by a flash of unexpected brightness. In the afterimage of that flash I had seen a woman, bronze-skinned and silver-haired, almost as tall as Zhakkarn and sternly beautiful, kneeling in the corridor as if to pray. The light had come from the wings on her back, covered in mirror-bright feathers of overlapping precious metals. I had seen her once before, this woman, in a dream
Then I blinked my watering eyes and looked again, and the light was gone. In its place, heavyset, plain Kurue was laboriously climbing to her feet, glaring at me.
Im sorry, I said, for the interruption of whatever meditations a goddess required. But I need to speak with Nahadoth.
There was only one door in this corridor, and Kurue stood in front of it. She folded her arms. No.
Lady Kurue, I dont know when Ill have another chance to ask these things
What, precisely, does no mean in your tongue? Clearly you dont understand Senmite
But before our argument could escalate, the apartment door slid aside a fraction. I could see nothing through that sliver, only darkness. Let her speak, said Nahadoths deep voice from within.
I wonder that, too. Once, certainly, she must have; children cannot help loving. But what of later? Can love turn to hate so easily, so completely? Or did she weep inside even as she set herself against him? I do not know these things. But I do know that she set in motion a series of events that would shake the world even after her death, and inflict her vengeance on all humankind, not just her father. Because in the end, we are all complicit.
All of you? That seems a bit extreme.
Yes. Yes, it is. But I hope she gets what she wants.
* * *
This, then, was the Arameri succession: a successor was chosen by the family head. If she was the sole successor, she would be required to convince her most cherished person to willingly die on her behalf, wielding the Stone and transferring the master sigil to her brow. If there was more than one successor, they competed to force the designated sacrifice to choose one or the other. My mother had been sole heir; whom would she have been forced to kill, had she not abdicated? Perhaps she had cultivated Viraine as a lover for more than one reason. Perhaps she could have convinced Dekarta himself to die for her. Perhaps this was why she had never come back after her marriage, after my conception.
So many pieces had fallen into place. More yet floated, indistinct. I could feel how close I was to understanding it all, but would I have time? There was the rest of the night, the next day, and another whole night and day beyond that. Then the ball, and the ceremony, and the end.
More than enough time, I decided.
You cant, Sieh said again urgently, trotting along beside me. Yeine, Naha needs to heal, just as I did. He cant do that with mortal eyes shaping him
I wont look at him, then.
Its not that simple! When hes weak, hes more dangerous than ever; he has trouble controlling himself. You shouldnt His voice dropped an octave suddenly, breaking like that of a youth in puberty, and he cursed under his breath and stopped. I walked on, and was not surprised when I heard him stamp the floor behind me and shout, You are the stubbornest, most infuriating mortal Ive ever had to put up with!
Thank you, I called back. There was a curve up ahead; I stopped before rounding it. Go and rest in my room, I said. Ill read you a story when I get back.
What he snarled in reply, in his own tongue, needed no translation. But the walls did not fall in, and I did not turn into a frog, so he couldnt have been that angry.
Zhakkarn had told me where to find Nahadoth. She had looked at me for a long time before saying it, reading my face with eyes that had assessed a warriors determination since the dawn of time. That shed told me was a complimentor a warning. Determination could easily become obsession. I did not care.
In the middle of the lowermost residential level, Zhakkarn had said, Nahadoth had an apartment. The palace was perpetually shadowed here by its own bulk, and in the center there would be no windows. All the Enefadeh had dwellings on that level, for those unpleasant occasions when they needed to sleep and eat and otherwise care for their semimortal bodies. Zhakkarn had not mentioned why theyd chosen such an unpleasant location, but I thought I knew. Down there, just above the oubliette, they could be closer to Enefas Stone than to Itempass usurped sky. Perhaps the lingering feel of her presence was a comfort, given that they suffered so much in her name.
The level was silent when I stepped out of the lift alcove. None of the palaces mortal complement lived herenot that I blamed them. Who would want the Nightlord for a neighbor? Unsurprisingly, the level seemed unusually gloomy; the palace walls did not glow so brightly here. Nahadoths brooding presence permeated the whole level.
But when I rounded the last curve, I was briefly blinded by a flash of unexpected brightness. In the afterimage of that flash I had seen a woman, bronze-skinned and silver-haired, almost as tall as Zhakkarn and sternly beautiful, kneeling in the corridor as if to pray. The light had come from the wings on her back, covered in mirror-bright feathers of overlapping precious metals. I had seen her once before, this woman, in a dream
Then I blinked my watering eyes and looked again, and the light was gone. In its place, heavyset, plain Kurue was laboriously climbing to her feet, glaring at me.
Im sorry, I said, for the interruption of whatever meditations a goddess required. But I need to speak with Nahadoth.
There was only one door in this corridor, and Kurue stood in front of it. She folded her arms. No.
Lady Kurue, I dont know when Ill have another chance to ask these things
What, precisely, does no mean in your tongue? Clearly you dont understand Senmite
But before our argument could escalate, the apartment door slid aside a fraction. I could see nothing through that sliver, only darkness. Let her speak, said Nahadoths deep voice from within.
