City of a Thousand Dolls (2 page)

Tanaya waved a hand. “As if I would care about that,” she said. “And don’t worry, I have the perfect one.” Her smile widened. “Trust me.”

The asar Tanaya lent Nisha was beautiful, a deep lotus pink with white jasmine flowers, skimming her hips and falling in a graceful curtain around her feet. But it was also hard to walk in. Nisha tripped over her hem for the third time, stumbled, and almost dropped her bag of scrolls. She cursed under her breath, then looked around to make sure no one had seen her.

Despite its grand name, there wasn’t much that was citylike about the City of a Thousand Dolls. In fact, it wasn’t really a city at all, but a large private estate ringed by a high stone wall. The six Houses—Flowers, Beauty, Pleasure, Combat, Jade, and Music—each had their own grounds arranged loosely around a central point. A variety of gardens filled the grounds between them. In the city’s center there was a large round hedge maze with six different points of entry and a hidden fountain at its heart.

A wide main road ran from the double gates that allowed entrance to the estate up to the maze, with the House of Flowers on one side and the Council House—the administrative center of the City—on the other. The remaining Houses were connected by paths of smooth, flat stones lined with benches and shaded by huge banyan trees.

And always, the City was filled with girls. While each girl was formally trained at one House, she often went to others for lessons. Between lessons, they gossiped in the gardens, played chase games in the hedge maze, and drank tea out on the wide stretches of lawn. There were tall girls, thin and graceful as herons, curvy ones whose hips swished like a dance when they walked, playful ten-and eleven-year-olds, wide-eyed children just out of toddling. The girls had skin of copper, amber, and gold, their eyes every rich shade of brown, and their laughter filled the City.

But the City was at its quietest at mealtimes. The river of voices was muted, hidden behind House walls. And there was no one to see Nisha as she slipped down the road that led out to the main gate.

Almost no one.

What in the name of the Long-Tailed Cat are you wearing?
A spotted wildcat came padding up, his golden eyes visible through the thick grass that edged the side of the road. His voice was like tanned leather in Nisha’s mind, strong and soft at the same time.

Nisha smiled at him. “Tanaya let me borrow it,” she said, opening her overrobe and twirling in place. “What do you think, Jerrit?”

I think it could get you in serious trouble
. Jerrit was thin and sleek, with longer legs than the cats Nisha knew were domesticated in the capital city. His golden-brown fur was streaked and spotted with black.

If you get caught in that—

I’m not going to get caught
, Nisha said silently. She liked talking out loud to the cats as if they were people, but some conversations were better kept private.
Everyone is getting ready for lunch. And I’m not sneaking out, either. Devan’s a courier. He delivers letters for Matron and picks up her outgoing mail. I’m
supposed
to bring it to him
.

That’s not the only thing he picks up
.

Don’t be such a sourpuss
. Nisha started walking again.
If I want to ask him to speak for me, I should look as sophisticated as I can
.

Jerrit kept pace with her at a lope.
I don’t understand what you see in Devan. I don’t trust him
.

Nisha rolled her eyes. It was an old argument between them.
Devan’s not like most of the nobles we know
.

All nobles are the same
.

How would you know?
Nisha asked.
You’ve never been out of the City, not since you were a kitten. And I’ve been here just as long. Besides, we’ve only met the nobles on the Council. I’m sure all nobles aren’t that…

Arrogant? Scary?

I was going to say unfriendly
.

Sure you were
. Jerrit growled and trotted along in silence for a moment.
Do you love him?

Nisha let out her breath.
I don’t know
, she admitted.
Sometimes I think so. But then I wonder … how would I know if I did? Maybe I just like the way he kisses
.

Well, you’d better make your mind up. The Redeeming is in nine days. And if you’re discovered before then—

I know
.

Devan tar’Vey was a nobleman’s son and a member of the high-ranking Flower caste. Nisha was … well, Nisha wasn’t sure what she was, besides an errand girl. She was certainly no noble. And the story-songs were full of cautionary tales about what happened when someone from a higher caste and someone from a lower caste fell in love. If they were lucky, separation was the only punishment. But if the disgrace was severe enough for a family to become very angry, the lover from the higher caste could be banished to a remote part of the Bhinian Empire. The lower-caste lover in the story was usually killed.

The only exception to the rule was the City of a Thousand Dolls. If Devan spoke for her at the Redeeming, their relationship could be recognized as legitimate. But if they were caught before then, it was Nisha who would bear the brunt of the punishment.

Those are just stories
, Nisha told herself. But she couldn’t quite listen. In the Empire, power was everything—and if you had enough of it, you could get away with anything. Even murder.

Nisha, someone’s coming
, Jerrit sent. He sniffed the cooling air, fur raised.
Better hide
.

Jerking herself from her daydream, Nisha wrapped the folds of her overrobe around her and slipped into the abandoned guardhouse next to the gate. Guards had been stationed here a long time ago, to protect the walls and the girls inside, but the old Council Head had decided they were expensive and unnecessary. No girls had tried to run away for over a decade. And with the Emperor’s soldiers keeping order on the roads, it seemed foolish for the City to have an armed force of its own.

Nisha had heard rumors that the new Council Head was reconsidering that decision. She hoped it wasn’t true. Guards would make it almost impossible for her and Devan to see each other.

Peering over the windowsill, Nisha saw a servant in pale brown, an empty platter in her hands, hurrying toward the House of Flowers. She was probably borrowing it from the Council House. Even with all the Council Members to feed right now, the Council House kitchens could spare it.

As if alerted by Nisha’s eyes on her, the girl glanced toward the guardhouse. Nisha ducked down, her heart pounding.

That brown tunic meant that the servant was with the House of Flowers. And like their mistresses, the staff at the House of Flowers loved to gossip. If word got around that Nisha was acting suspicious near the gates, Matron would start asking questions.

Nisha didn’t breathe again until Jerrit told her the servant was gone.

That was too close
, the cat sent.
Go. I’ll keep watch here
.

Nisha impulsively bent down and kissed the top of her friend’s slender head.
Thank you
.

You’re welcome
, Jerrit sent, the hint of a purr under his grumpy tone.
Just go, all right? And don’t get caught
.

Nisha darted for the gates.

Devan was already waiting, his brown-and-gold courier’s tunic glowing against the darkness of the woods. Nisha felt her own smile widen as she ran into his arms. His eager mouth found hers in a kiss. Here was one of the few places where she felt like she belonged, one of the few places she could forget about her work, the City, and the entire world.

And she did, until she heard the first scream.

THE SCREAM WAS so faint, it might almost have been mistaken for the cry of a bird.

Nisha slid her face away from Devan’s and turned her head, scraping her ear against the stone of the city wall.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Devan’s hands slipped her overrobe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

Nisha listened, but she didn’t hear anything else. “Nothing. It’s probably nothing.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Devan’s fingers moved to Nisha’s jaw and brought her mouth back within reach. The tension ran out of her in a long sigh. She melted against the wall, giving herself up to Devan’s kiss—

Another scream. Louder.

Nisha pushed hard against Devan’s chest, giving herself just enough room to slide away from him. She scanned the silent teak forest, the high mossy wall that surrounded the estate, the flat gray sky. “Did you hear that?”

Devan smoothed his tunic, then his black hair. “I heard something,” he said, after a moment. “But it might have come from the forest. I’ve heard a band of Kildi has moved into the area. I’m sure they make quite a lot of noise.”

“It came from inside the walls,” Nisha said, frowning at Devan’s mention of the nomadic people who traveled the Empire. The City was so far from any other settlement. Why would the Kildi camp here? “At least I thought it did....”

Devan lightly stroked Nisha’s arm. His sleeve slipped back, exposing the tattoo that marked the smooth skin of his inner wrist. A kanak blossom, the mark of Flower caste. All noble children except for those from the Imperial family were marked with the sign of the golden flower at birth. The Imperial family’s sign was a white lotus.

“Tell me about the Redeeming,” he said unexpectedly. “I know it’s a big annual party, and girls are bought as wives and things, but how does it work?”

“Not bought,” Nisha corrected, pushing down the flutter in her stomach. “You can express your intention to claim a girl by Speaking for her. There’s a redeeming fee to pay, but it doesn’t mean you actually own the girl afterward.”

“So can you reserve a girl? If you want a specific one?”

Nisha had to swallow before she could answer. She tried to sound casual. “Matron likes to say there are as many ways to be Redeemed as there are girls in the City. You can pay in advance and have a girl trained to meet your specifications. Or you can come to the Redeeming and pick from the girls available. Why do you ask?”

Devan shrugged and gave her a smile that seemed full of possibilities. “I’m just wondering. What happens to a girl if no one speaks for her?”

“Most of the girls go to their first Redeeming at sixteen,” Nisha explained, trying to ignore the way Devan was playing with the hair at the back of her neck. “If a girl doesn’t find someone to speak for her by the time she’s eighteen, the City gives her a small amount of money and a Wind caste mark and sets her free to earn her own living.”

“I see,” Devan said, pausing to brush his thumb along her jaw. “You know, that asar you’re wearing suits you. I don’t think you’ve ever looked so lovely. Or so elegant.”

Nisha ran her hands over her borrowed asar. The silk felt like ripples of water under her fingers and made her feel reckless and exotic. Smiling, she stepped into Devan’s arms.

Nisha!
Jerrit came streaking along the wall.
You need to come in
now.

This isn’t a good time, Jerrit
. Nisha very carefully did not look at the cat.
Go away
. She lifted her face to Devan’s kiss.

I wish I could
, Jerrit sent in a disgusted tone.
But it’s an emergency
, He wove himself between Devan’s and Nisha’s legs, meowing loudly.

Nisha sighed and stepped away from Devan, who scowled. “I don’t understand why this place has so many cats,” he said. “Or why you spend so much time with them. They’re just animals.”

“You only say that because you’re allergic,” Nisha said, picking up the long-bodied cat. She knew from long experience that no one else heard the cat’s voices, and she didn’t expect him to understand. “You know the stories say that spotted cats are good luck. It’s good fortune to have a tribe here in the City.”

Devan’s eyes began to water. “If you say so,” he said, sniffling.

Nisha, I’m serious
. The cat struggled in her arms.
Something’s happened, something terrible. Matron might send someone to look for you. If you’re caught out here, with—

All right, Jerrit
. Nisha set the cat down and straightened the folds of her embroidered silk.

“Do you think there’ll be any letters tomorrow?”

“Probably,” Devan said. He picked up the bag of scrolls Nisha had given him and rattled it. “I know the Emperor is waiting for these letters from Matron. I don’t think there has ever been so much correspondence between the City of a Thousand Dolls and the Imperial Court before. Normally the Emperor is the calmest person in the court, but now …”

Devan shook his head. “With the appointment of a new Council Head, and Prince Sudev marrying a girl from the City, there’s a lot of political jostling. Even the Emperor’s getting snappish, and that’s not like him. I might have to invent an errand just to get away. And to see you.”

Devan’s smile creased the corners of his mouth and lit up his liquid, dark eyes. The warmth in those eyes flowed over Nisha like heated honey and melted her stomach into her sandals.

“See you tomorrow then, same time?”

Nisha!
Jerrit ran a few steps toward the gates and looked back expectantly, the tip of his tail twitching.
Come on!

With a last smile at Devan, Nisha turned and ran after the cat. The thick stone walls reached out and embraced her as she raced through the tunnel of the main gate. As she ran farther back into the City, Nisha heard another scream—then another, clanging and jangling like a box of high-pitched bells.

“What’s happened?” she asked, her thin rope sandals slapping the dirt path to the hedge labyrinth at the City’s center.

Jerrit ran beside her, the hair on his back raised.
I don’t know. Whatever it is … it smells of death
.

Nisha’s heart began to pound with more than exertion. Once, when she was young, she had tried to run away from the City, only to stumble over the body of a dead outlaw. The sight—the smell—still haunted her nightmares and had left her with a fear of the forest that she’d never been able to shake. The thought of seeing another dead body made her hands cold. But she kept running. Matron might need her help, and it couldn’t be worse than the pictures her imagination was painting for her.