ARC: Assassin Queen (35 page)

This time, she sensed no defiance in his stance. His awed expression made her feel so relieved. Perhaps, in time, they would be able to catch up on some of the things they
’
d missed, even learn to love each other, like family?

She turned to the roaring plaza and raised her hand to signal silence, bringing the tempest to a standstill.

“
We face a formidable enemy,
”
she said, putting force into her voice so that it carried easily through the large space.
“
I know the Golden Lions to be our best, and I expect you all to do your best, for your country and your Queen!
”

“
For our country and our Queen!
”
The cry swept the plaza, louder than before. It seemed as if the walls at her back trembled with the impact as the wave of sound hit it and rolled back, over the heads of the crowd.

She waited for the roar to quiet down, then turned to Mai, standing behind her. His smile filled her with warmth, making her feel more proud of herself than she had in a very long time.

Mai was the best commander she had ever known. Even aside from her feelings for him, his approval meant the world.

“Aghat Mai,”
she said formally.
“
The people of Shayil Yara are honored and grateful for the help you and your warriors have offered in training our troops and allowing us to march into battle by your side. We are aware of the Majat Guild
’
s political neutrality and understand that this is by no means an alliance, and that our current dealings will have no long term effect on our queendom
’
s relations with your Guild. For now, however, we rest in confidence that the presence of the Majat warriors by our side will ensure the complete destruction of the Kaddim.
”

Mai inclined his head as the wail in the plaza rose again and continued for a very long time. She held his gaze, reflecting on how her position as a queen, while elevating her rank, had also made her inferior to him in status in the way she had never been before. As a fellow Diamond, and later as the woman he was intending to marry, she had always been his equal. And now, each of their interactions had to be preceded with so many formalities and protocol that she felt lost.

The only thing she wanted right now was to step into his arms and bury her face in his chest. She wasn
’
t sure if she would ever be able to do this again.

35

The Desert Wanderers

Raishan watched her with a straight face, but Kara could guess the play of emotions in the way his eyebrow rose briefly at the sight of her royal regalia and the Golden Lion guards forming a semicircle behind her. The muscles around his eyes crinkled with a hidden smile that never made it to his lips. She answered him in kind, smiling with eyes only.

As a friend, she would have hugged him right now to greet him after a long absence. All she was allowed to do as the Queen was give him a brief nod.

“It
’
s good to see you again, Aghat Raishan.
”

“Your Majesty.”
He bowed to her exactly to the extent warranted, folding his palms according to Shayil Yaran customs. The Diamonds received perfect training in etiquette. Even under these extraordinary circumstances, he would have made their tutors proud just now.

Her heart ached as she looked at him. Would she ever again be able to openly call him a friend? Would she ever again sit side by side with her fellow Diamonds, polishing weapons and exchanging fireside tales? She knew she shouldn
’
t be thinking about this now, but the sight of Raishan brought back all the uncertainty and frustration of the past few days, when she had finally realized the extent of the restrictions imposed onto her by her new role.

She sighed. Now that they had reunited with the Majat forces, she had far more immediate concerns, like securing the allegiance of the Cha
’
idi leaders, and the fact that once they reached the Kaddim fortress her mind link would become active again and the nightmare that had been haunting her before their meeting with Ayalla would return in full force. For the moment, though, she was glad to put these thoughts aside to enjoy something she had taken for granted before
–
standing next to a fellow Diamond without a dozen guards in between.

“
The leaders of the Cha
’
idi nomads are waiting for you in the tent over there, Your Majesty,
” Raishan said.

She glanced at the group waiting near the tent entrance, wrapped head to toe in their loose sand-colored robes that made it impossible even to guess their gender, let alone distinguish any other features. Jamal stood beside them, looking determined but unconcerned. She heaved a breath of the dry desert air, tinged with the smells of smoke and stew from the cooking fires. For once, she felt grateful that Jamal was going into that tent by her side. While their bonding so far was not going as well as she hoped, as a member of the royal family and the commander of their troops he should have a much better idea what to expect. His calm look was reassuring, even if the way he narrowed his eyes when he looked her way echoed with an unpleasant hollowness in her chest. Why did her family relations have to be so complicated?

“
Any word from Kyth?
”
she asked.

Raishan
’
s gaze wavered.
“
I, um, apologize for this, Your Majesty, but at Aghat Mai
’
s request I am not free to divulge any details to you, besides assuring you that Prince Kythar is on his way.
”

She nodded. Mai
’
s orders made perfect sense. According to the information relayed by Egey Bashi, once she approached the Kaddim fortress she was likely going to forget everything she was and rush over to their side. No one knew for certain how long she had before this was going to happen, or whether anyone would even get any warning before she turned. She knew that Mai was going to do everything in his power to prevent the worst by keeping her under guard, possibly immobilized, but with her combat skill there could be no guarantees. The last thing they all wanted was for her to learn any details about their plans that went beyond the absolutely essential ones.

Her gaze trailed to a distant activity in the camp, centered around the crates that had arrived by a special delivery at their last stop. Top grade weapons, compliments of Lord Garet von Eyvern. An extra favor Mai had been able to obtain due entirely to his personal connections.

Her eyes tingled with rising tears. When they had met with Lord Garet, she still had hope. And now, she couldn
’
t even speak to Mai without a dozen witnesses waiting to twist her every word. She didn
’
t even have any time to compose herself before walking into a tent where one of the most important issues about their campaign had to be decided in a private conversation, with no one friendly enough to help her along. Jamal would be there, of course, but the way he was looking at her lately, with a mix of suspicion and challenge, left no hope that he would make any effort on her behalf.

She bowed her head in a brief goodbye, then turned abruptly and walked away toward the tent before Raishan could catch the emotion in her face.

The Cha
’
idi leaders looked nearly indistinguishable from each other, their tightly wrapped headgear leaving open only the eyes, purple like the stormy desert sky. As Kara and Jamal walked into the tent, they rose, eyeing them for a long moment. Then, as if on command, they bared their faces and sank to their knees.

Kara felt a surge of relief as she watched this display of loyalty. Up until now she hadn
’
t been sure what to expect. She kept her face straight as she surveyed her visitors.

It should have come as no surprise that the person in the front was a woman, middle-aged, with parched skin and a commanding presence. The two men behind her were also in their middle years, each sporting an impressive set of old scars on their faces and necks. All of them looked at Kara with awed curiosity that made her feel far too exposed.

“Queen Aljahara,”
the woman said, her deep guttural voice reverberating clearly through the small space of the tent.
“
We were so overjoyed to learn of your return. You look just like your mother, if you forgive an old woman for saying so.
”

Kara
’
s eyes widened.
“
You knew my mother?
”

The woman smiled.
“
She and I played as children when we grew up. Our whole nation mourned when we heard of her death. It is our privilege to serve you, Your Majesty.
”

“Thank you…”
Kara hesitated, realizing she had not been told the woman
’
s name.

The woman bowed again.
“
Please forgive my manners, my Queen. I am Ulhari, the Cha
’
idi farseer. These are my warrior elders, Khurram and Farikh.
”

Farseer.
Kara had prior dealings with the Cha
’
ori nomads that dominated the north, the distant cousins of the Cha
’
idi nation, ruled by women foretellers who could predict the future. She assumed a farseer was a title similar to that. In her position she should be far more knowledgeable about the Cha
’
idi customs, but all she could do right now was learn on the fly.

“
I am honored to meet you, Ulhari,
”
she said.
“
I understand you know my brother, Prince Jamal, the commander of the Golden Lions battalion.
”

Ulhari bowed her head.
“
We had dealings with Prince Jamal before. A pleasure to see you again, Your Highness.
”

Jamal kept his face impassive as he bowed in acknowledgement, but Kara saw the warmth in his eyes as they rested on the older woman. Her heart panged with longing. She wished she could see the same warmth in his gaze as he looked at her. She dismissed the thought, useless like many of the others that dominated her head lately. Being a queen meant coming to terms with her loneliness, making it a part of her daily life. She wondered how others could possibly cope with these kinds of roles.

“Rise,”
she said.
“
We have much to talk about.
”
She gestured to the seating pillows arranged around a small camping stove, redundant in the high heat of the desert afternoon, but so welcome at night when the temperatures dropped to near freezing.

The Cha
’
idi rose to their feet and waited for Kara and Jamal to take their seats before settling on the other side of the stove. They kept their backs straight, the knees of their crossed legs lying flat on the floor in positions that would have seemed uncomfortable to anyone raised indoors. Curious, Kara tried to imitate it, finding it surprisingly easy once she settled into it. She smiled, catching Ulhari
’
s approving gaze.

“You
’
re a natural,”
the old woman said.
“
Just like your mother.
”

Like my mother.
Kara forcibly kept herself from looking at Jamal. Ulhari was speaking about his mother too, someone who would have been so dear to both of them if life hadn
’
t scattered them all around in such unpredictable ways.

“
I envy you for knowing her, Ulhari,
”
she said.
“
One day, when this war is over, I hope you can tell me more about what she was like.
”

Ulhari smiled.
“
I can tell you right now that you would have made her proud, Aljahara. You and Jamal, even though I can tell you both have a long way to go in getting to know each other.
”

This time Kara did glance at Jamal, quivering as she saw his eyes fixed on her in a slow appraisal, as if deciding if she was worthy. During the march, she was able to earn his grudging respect. But she knew they did indeed have a long way to go toward any warmer feelings.

“
You speak of a war,
” Ulhari said. “
Tell us more.
”

Kara nodded.
“
The enemy we are facing is far superior to anyone Shayil Yara has seen before. Your help would be invaluable, if you can lend it to us.
”

Ulhari
’
s face darkened.
“
Yes, the Dark Order. We knew they were trouble, ever since the times they started bending our people to their will to claim the lands around their stronghold.
”

“
Bending people to their will?
”
Kara didn
’
t feel surprised. The Kaddim
’
s mind magic made it easy for them to force people to do what they wanted.
“
What did they do to your people, Ulhari?
”

“
Nothing permanent, fortunately,
” Ulhari said. “
I must assume they didn
’
t want to make us their mortal enemies. Over time, we have achieved a shaky balance, of sorts.
”

“A balance?”

Ulhari shifted in her seat.
“
The valley where their fortress stands is called Im
’
ahir. The Valley of Whispers. Anyone who ventures into it starts hearing noises, voices in their head. It feels like a madness, which lifts only after they find a way out, with no memories of what they saw inside. By now, we
’
ve all learned well which area to avoid.
”

The Valley of Whispers.
A shiver ran down Kara
’
s spine. The voices Ulhari described seemed so similar to the way she knew Kaddim
’
s magic to work, clouding one
’
s mind, making one unfocused and weak, unable to do even the simplest things.
Like a madness.
She hoped Kyth
’
s magic, and Mai
’
s fighting force, were prepared to deal with that.

“
All we need is for the Cha
’
idi to show us the way,
”
she said.

“
And then?
”

“
Our allied army is making plans to defeat them.
”
Plans I’m not privy to.
She knew she shouldn
’
t venture into any details about the Kaddim link, but suddenly the thought of having this conversation without divulging any further details seemed odd. Ulhari
’
s intent gaze told her the Cha
’
idi woman also realized something was amiss, but she had no idea how to remedy the situation.

“
Did your army find a way to resist the Dark Order
’
s magic?”
Ulhari asked.

“
Yes. We have a man joining us shortly who can protect everyone.
”

“
One
man?”

“
A very powerful one.
”
Kara hoped it was true, after Kyth had completed Ayalla
’
s training. In any case, even if she had any doubts, she shouldn
’
t be showing them to the Cha
’
idi leader
–
not in a conversation that could end in a rejection far too easily, ruining all their plans.

“
I was hoping,
”
Kara said,
“
that the Cha
’
idi can work directly with the Majat. Their leader, Aghat Mai, has my full confidence.
”

Jamal glanced away abruptly. Kara saw the Cha
’
idi
’
s eyes fixed on him.

She sighed. It was time to deal with the situation.

“
Perhaps you
’
d like to add something, Prince Jamal?
”
she asked.

Jamal pursed his lips, looking at her apprehensively.
“
Would you like me to, my Queen?
”

“
Not really.
”

“
Why ask me then?
”

She smiled.
“
Because I value your opinion, brother. This is why you are here. Besides, I would much rather discuss what you have to say out in the open, not as rumors later on. You seem to be brimming with a desire to speak. I wouldn
’
t want to keep you from it.
”

He leaned away from her.
“
Very well, sister. Before you throw our Cha
’
idi allies into this trusting relationship with the Majat, perhaps you should let them know about your own personal bonds to them?
”

Kara turned back to Ulhari.
“
Of course. I
’
ve been raised at the Majat Guild. But, I expect you
’
ve heard about it, haven
’
t you?
”

Ulhari looked back to Jamal who sat up taller, keeping his eyes on Kara.

“
Have you also heard about her
…
personal relationship with the Majat Guildmaster who is leading their forces?
”
he said.

Ulhari raised her eyebrows.
“
Personal relationship? What exactly do you mean?
”

“
They
’
ve been intimate
–
or so I understand.
”

The older woman frowned.
“
I thought the Majat men were celibate.
”

“
Apparently not.
”
Jamal kept his chin up, but he did look somewhat deflated.

Ulhari turned to Kara.
“You
’
ve been intimate with the Majat Guildmaster?
”

“Yes.”
Try as she might, Kara couldn
’
t help the blush that rose into her cheeks.

“
Did you enjoy it?
”

“
I did.
”
Kara felt hot now, despite the cool evening wind wafting through the tent.

Ulhari leaned forward and patted her arm.
“
Good for you. Things like this make me wish I was younger, still able to chase after men I took fancy to.
”

Kara could have wondered at this statement, but everything she had learned in Shayil Yara made it seem natural by now. In this kingdom, men
’
s and women
’
s roles were reversed compared to what she was used to. Chasing men in Ulhari
’
s case made perfect sense.

She glanced at Jamal, noting how the Prince receded into his seat. She knew it probably wasn
’
t going to be his last attempt to discredit her, nor their last conversation on the topic. She would just have to deal with it day to day, just like she dealt with everything else.

“
Still,
” Ulhari said. “
I believe Prince Jamal may have a valid point. However good a lover the Majat Guildmaster is, he also has a reputation for being ruthless and dominant. Are you absolutely sure you can trust him?
”

Kara sighed again. Despite everything else, she felt touched by the concern. This woman had played with her mother when they were children. This made her almost like family, if only Kara had any experience dealing with any family members.

“
You remember how you spoke about my mother?
”
she asked.

“Yes.”

“
You feel you knew her, because you and she grew up together, right?
”

“
Right.
”
Ulhari was looking at her with interest.