This is not amusing. Youre too clever not to reckon when you are offensive. Why such malice? Is it for this, your captivity? He took my left hand and pushed up my bracelet of golden coils to show the pale welts on my wrist left by the manacle. He dropped the hand and it lay where it fell, a discarded thing. I stared down at it.
I was a little glad Id caused him to waste his time wondering about me. I was also dismayed. To blame Moonflowerto admit I was a mooncalf who thought I could make him jealousto say I never meant to hurt, or didnt think he could be hurt by the likes of meall that was true. Yet it was also true that when I dowsed deep I found a wellspring of malice in me, and fury rising like a freshet. You cast me away, I said. I helped you and your men to cross the Ferinus and for reward you gave me to the arthygater to be a bondwoman. Or did you sell me? How much did you get for me?
I gave you to the arkhon. I emptied my summer palace to give him treasures, but they were received with scant thanks, I can tell youtoo crudely made, too provincial. I had to give him something more. I told his factotum you were a seer and a true dreamer, and I expected him to send you to a temple to serve as an oracle. But everything is corrupt in this kingdom, even the seers. He must have thought you would feed the arkhon false prophecies on my behalf.
Should I be flattered you thought me a worthy gift? I wasnt yours to give.
The king made a swift gesture of dismissal at this foolish statement. I heard the arkhon had scorned my gift; you can be sure I heard. His factotum was only too delighted to tell me that hed passed you on to one of the arkhons daughters. I thoughtI hopedyoud be safe in a womans service, safer than in mine. Maybe even content.
It had pleased him to think of me content, so he would not have to think of me again.
He stood, and his restless feet took him to a window, where he gazed into the courtyard through the latticework shutter. Was it your notion to enact the role of Akantha in armor, to set a barb in me? Or was there a message in it from someone else, something I failed to decipher?
I said, Aghazal chose the Ode for Second Sisters first enactment, to dis
play Tasatyalas gift for dance. And so Adalana could soar as the skyluck, and Aghazal herself could break hearts with her singing. As for me, my part was mute, so no one had to hear my inferior voice. All I had to do was strut about.
Youre sure no one suggested that particular Ode to Aghazal? Maybe Arthygater Klados hired her to reproach me, because I couldnt keep my wife from risking her life in battle. By the gods, Klados should know her sister better; her mind was impossible to change once shed fixed on a course.
Im certain it was Aghazals idea, no reproach in it.
Did you ask her?
No.
Ask her.
I willbut I think
Ask her.
Im such a foolI should have thought of her, of Queenwife Kalos, when we practiced. If I had, you can be sure I would have told Aghazal to choose a less dangerous Ode to perform, one that would not risk the disfavor of the arthygaters. Or cause you to grievethough we had no way to know you would be a guest at the banquet. I went to him and put a hand on his sleeve, and he moved away from my touch. It was only when I lay there, pretending to die, that I remembered the dream of your wife, and regretted Id been so blind. I never meant to pain you with such a resemblance
remembrance, I swear it.
Oh, what does it matter! he said, raising his voice. He sat upon the bed and his black brows were drawn together and upright white lines appeared between them.
Either I was spiteful or foolish; no reason he should find one more pleasing than the other. I knelt on the floor and bowed my head, and carefully did not look at him. When a man who prizes composure is bereft of it, he doesnt want a witness.
You saw it in a dream, he said, But I
saw
it. It was not a sight I could forget.
I imagined King Corvus seeing the rider emerging from the reedsa rider lurching in the saddle on a screaming horse, trailing a plume of fire and smoke. And then the moment he recognized her armorwhat hed seen when he pulled off her helmet, the empty socket, the eye clinging to her cheek like a bauble on a string. He had endured that sight, and somehow found the resolve to cut her belly open to save his unborn child, only to find his son already dead.
Why did she do it? I asked. Why risk your child by riding to war? I dont understand.
Nor did I understand, he said. She was supposed to remain on the other side of the river with her honor guard. She refused to stay in Malleus, saying it would be unbearable to wait and not to know, and I permitted her, because
the oracles foretold Id have a sonso I thought shed be safe, even if I fell. He stopped speaking; perhaps he stopped breathing. I looked at him furtively and found him motionless, his head bowed, with shadows in the hollows of his face. His hands were clasped in his lap.
He took a harsh breath and said, But the oracles misread the signs. When Iwhen Divine Aboleo said I must save my son, I didnt want to, but I knew it had to be donefor the kingdom. So Iso wecut her open, and what we found
He lifted his head suddenly and stared as if blind. She wasnt carrying a child. Something else had grown in her, not within her womb but beside ita thing, a monstrous twisted thing, a sac of meat and skin. When we cut it open it was full of fat, and it had mats of hair and even a few teeth growing on the inside. Kalos must have known, you see? She must have known all along that my mother had cursed her. And she never told me. An unborn child swims in the womb, she would have felt it kick. This thing was dead, but still it battened on her. I think Kalos chose to die rather than allow the curse to be born. The king let slip a moan. I longed to go to him, but he would flee if I did.
Adalana sang a nightingale song from the Ode of Ouranos, and Aunt Cook scolded someone in the kitchen, but I hardly heard them. I listened to the king fight for breath, his hoarse gasps and shuddering exhalations. I knew he must feel as if he were bound about the throat and chest and belly with a strangling rope. He needed to sob, to rend himself open. He should weep. He must weep. But he mastered his breathing, one breath at a time.
Hed been compelled to speak this horror, to share it with someone, but I feared hed burdened me with it without unburdening himself. Hed given me an intolerable gift of sorrow. It was not a dull, settled ache, but a weight that bore down on the muscles in my neck and shoulders so that they cramped, and left me struggling for breath against a sharp pain in my side. If this was what he carried every dayhad carried over the Ferinushow had he borne up under it, so long and so far?
I should have touched him, offered comfort that might have allowed him to fight his way to some release, if only for a time. I had been afraid to try. I doubted the chance would come again.
CHAPTER 33
The Serpent Cult
A
ghazal came to visit me in my new room about sunrise, and woke me up. She had just returned from a banquet with Second, and as usual she was famished and not quite ready to go to sleep. She said, I missed you, Fourth. Tasatyala is doing splendidly, but stillshes so young, ein? She widens her eyes and gapes, like this, so credulous when a man is boastful. I fear shell never be a wit, not like you. She poured amber doublewine into a glass for me. So how was your arkhyios, ein?
I sat up cross-legged on the bed and covered my shoulders with a morning dew shawl, which did nothing to conceal my nakedness. Oh, Aghazal, I said. He is sad.
Sad?
He grieves for his wife, Arthygater Kalos, and I didnt know what to do; I ought to do something, ein? Instead I sat like aa stump, a lumpuseless.
Aghazal took a sip from her glass, and put it down with a tink upon the table-tray and leaned toward me, one arm over the backrest. Sodoes this grief make him impotent?
Of course not.
He can do more than glower and sigh, ein? Im glad. Such a waste otherwise. She leaned closer and brushed aside my hair and took my earlobe between her teeth to give me a nip. When she pulled away, I glanced at her and saw she was only teasing.
I took her wandering hand and held it. Sister, I fear we caused him sorrow. When we performed at Arthygater Kladoss banquet, and I danced as Akantha in armorwe didnt know his wife died that way, in armor, on the battlefield where he lost his kingdom. He found her there and took off her helmetjust as in the Ode, ein? So I wondered why you chose it. Did someone suggest it to you?
She tilted her head and smiled. You did, in a manner of speaking. I saw you practicing a song of Pachys in the courtyard, and you were dancing in
such an amusing and manly fashion, ein? It made me think we could accomplish Akanthas Ode someday, and I thought no more about it until the arthygater invited us to present a spectacle. And it was so perfect for Tasatyala. I let go of her hand, and she picked up a tiny salted smelt and ate it. Besides, there was someone in particular I wished to hear me sing Akanthas song, ein? Im sorry your arkhyios suffered a painful memory, but it did you no harm. Wasnt that the very same night he offered to be your benefactor? Why did he do so, if you caused him so much sorrow?
She had her secretsthe name of her mysterious beloved, which she so delighted in concealing from the busybodies in the household. I had secrets too, some of which were not mine to bestow. Ive heard it said I bear some small resemblance to his wife. Perhaps
Melancholy Yearning for the Lost Original, Aghazal said. Thats a pity.
This resemblancehe tries to make me look more like her. He wishes to sponsor me for the Serpent Cult because his wife bore the serpent tattoo.
I expected Aghazal to be amazed, and to congratulate me for having a patron willing to spend five thousand golden beadcoins to elevate me to the cult. I didnt expect her to clasp my arms and say, Oh no no no. You tell himwith gratitude for the honor he showed youwith humility, with regret, with tears eventell him you must decline this year. Tell him youre too weak from your illness to be a postulant. Make some excuse, but say no, ein?
But why? He asked particularly, and I already said yes, that night in the garden, and hes paid the tithe. I cant refuse now.
Aghazal put her hand on my cheek. You will try in vain to please him by resembling his wife. The Devotion of a Replacement is a thankless form of love, and you arent well suited for it.
I shrugged.
I know, I know, she said. But the cultit isnt worth the risk, ein? Didnt he warn you?
He said the tattoo would hurt.
No doubt. But the initiation might kill you, Sister. There are many rumors about the Serpent Cult, and most of them untrue. But thats one I know to be true, for I know women who descended into the mountain and did not return.
How is it dangerous, this initiation?
Who knows, ein? Its one of their secrets. Oh, no doubt its a great honor to be a member of the cultand a rare honor for a celebrant. Aeidin has prospered greatly since she became an adept. They are very exalted,
very wealthy women, ein? And they look out for each other in business. As for what else they do together, and what they do with serpentsthat is Katabatons business. Do you even worship Katabaton?
She has been kind to me, I said, thinking of the shrine in the cave.
She isnt always kind. Listen, the festival is not many days away. Well tell him youre ill again, ein?hell believe it.
It pained me that I had to ignore her heartfelt warning with no explanation. She was angry and I couldnt blame her. I see Grandmother didnt cure you of your stubbornness after all, she said.
The Festival of Katabatons Navel was one of the great celebrations of the year, and women all over Lambanein went on pilgrimage to the sacred Mount Omphalos, which rose from the plains across the river west of Allaxios. It had a high conical peak that kept its mantle of snow long after summer heat had engulfed the city.
In Aghazals household we were busy preparing for the pilgrimage. The women of the house made a fuss when they learned I was to be a postulant of the Serpent Cult. I would add to the luster of the household name, and everyone was determined to polish me accordingly, even Aghazal, who feared for me.
But one morning I found Aghazal weeping in her room. Our musicmaster, Skolian, had been found dead outside the hindgate of Arthygater Kladoss palace; his body had been mutilated, the prick where the tongue should be, the tongue where the prick should be.
But why? I asked her. Because our enactment reminded someone of how Arkhyios Corvuss wife died in armor? It was a contemptuous Lambaneish punishment for an inferior, the severing of parts. Surely the kings men would not have stooped to such a deed. But Queenwife Kaloss sisters, the arthygaters Katharos and Kladosone of them might have set tormentors to work on the musicmaster. I feared they might start on Aghazal and her Sisters next.
Not that, Aghazal said.