Outcast Chronicles - Sanctuary Part 15

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She heard the softest of chuckles from All-father Hueryx and felt a tug of like to like. She shut it down immediately. She hated him. He was the reason her mother had fled, which meant he was the reason Charsoria hated her.

*Make yourself useful,' Dragomyr told Aravelle.

*But first she can make us some spiced wine,' Hueryx announced. *Do you know the spiced wine ceremony, Vella?'

She nodded, glad her mother had taught her.

*Show me.'



But she did not know where anything was.

There should have been a garden or another chamber where the men could admire art or poetry, lulled by music or sublime silence. As the host, All-father Hueryx should have selected a poem with accompanying artwork to be the theme of the ceremony. Nothing was as it should be. Panic welled up in her.

*Our spiced wine chest is on the desk,' Hueryx told her. He came to his feet, opened another chest and selected a small statue, unwrapping it and placing it on the centre of the low table.

The three of them knelt at the table and placed their hands on their laps, fingers interlaced to form cups, their gazes on the statue. They prepared to meditate.

Aravelle opened the chest. It was a more ornate version of the one back home, with individual layers that lifted to reveal drawers beneath. Everything was exquisitely made, from the cups to the herb jars.

For some reason, it was very important to Aravelle that she do this right.

She prepared the scented water for the brotherhood leaders to cleanse their hands and faces. A pot of water was already warming on the brazier. But first she placed the ceramic pot over the stove and poured in the wine. Then she measured the herbs and spices: dried orange rind, ginger, honey to taste, a cinnamon stick, cardamom and a little brandy. She used the recipe her mother favoured.

Once the spiced wine was heating, she made up three bowls of warmed scented water and selected three fine cloths. These she presented to the brotherhood triumvirate in order of rank. Each man took a bowl, washed his face, then his hands and patted himself dry before handing back the utensils.

She gently stirred the wine, enjoying the familiar scent. Judging it ready, she removed the pot from the heat and poured a small measure of wine into three gla.s.ses before placing them on the tray. Again, she served them in order of rank.

Hueryx inhaled, sipped his wine and smiled. *Just the way I like it.'

*Piquantly pretty and accomplished.' The hand-of-force raised his wine to salute her.

Aravelle wasn't sure what he meant by *piquantly pretty.'

*Bring the pot. I will pour,' Voice-of-Reason Dragomyr said. She noted that, after that first polite sip, he did not touch his spiced wine. *You may start work as long as you are quiet.'

She knelt and bowed before coming to her feet.

The cabin was a mess. Where to start? The simplest and most silent thing to do was pick up the bedding and fold it.

While she worked, the all-father and his two companions speculated on what was going on in Kyredeon's brotherhood.

*If it were possible, I'd suggest you a.s.sa.s.sinate him,' the hand-of-force said. *Strike him down, before he can strike at you.'

*Reyne...' Hueryx shook his head fondly. *We made a solemn vow not to attack our fellow leaders.'

*You think that's going to stop Kyredeon?'

*Thanks to Imoshen, he'll be an oathbreaker if he moves against me.'

*When we went into that all-council you were going to denounce her for the debacle on the wharf,' Dragomyr said. *I was all set to call for a vote of no confidence and then nominate you, but I didn't get your signal.'

*Imoshen antic.i.p.ated me and moved to counter my greatest fear for our brotherhood, and she did it in such a way that...' He shook his head. *Did you get s.h.i.+vers when she cut her hair and swore that vow to unite us?'

*With her short hair she looks like a common Mieren,' Dragomyr muttered. *Yours will take years to grow back.'

*Drago...' Hueryx shook his head. *You have no vision.'

The hand-of-force chuckled, which seemed to incense Hueryx's voice-of-reason.

*If you admire her so much, why don't you offer to tryst with her? Or have you already...?' Dragomyr's brown drew down in suspicion. *The other day, when I was speculating on the ident.i.ty of her sacrare's father, you said nothing. Are you the father? Did you tryst with her in secret and keep it from us?'

Hueryx threw back his head and laughed.

Dragomyr bristled. *She's the most dangerous sister alive today. Do you have a death wish?'

*No. But one of the all-fathers does. As much as I would like to claim that honour, I am not the father of the sacrare. Imoshen very wisely hid his ident.i.ty and I have not been able to guess it. If Kyredeon knew, I shudder to think what he would do. And it is just as well I did not offer formal challenge. You saw the way she demolished Dretsun's challenge? His stature may never recover. She thinks ahead. Applying to the Sagoras for sanctuary is exactly the move I would have made.'

*What are you staring at, insolent girl?' Dragomyr waved a hand at Aravelle. *Get back to work.'

After that, she kept her head down and collected discarded clothing. Each item held the gift-enhanced scent of the wearer, making her feel dizzy and yet covetous at the same time. This was awful. How did the Malaunje protect themselves? How had her mother worked beside Hueryx without...

She hadn't; she'd become his lover and produced two children. But then she had run away. The complexities of her mother's motivations dawned on Aravelle. Now she understood why, when Sasoria spoke of Scholar Hueryx and the Celestial City, her voice had held equal parts longing and resentment.

Aravelle had finished putting the weapons away and was returning silver chalices to their case when the all-father and his seconds spoke of death.

*...be seventeen soon, and her sisterhood will turn him out, but no all-father will take him, not when Imoshen the All-father-killer is his choice-mother, not when it means the all-father would earn the enmity of all the other brotherhood leaders,' the hand-of-force said. *When that day comes, we'll have to execute him.'

*The causare will come up with something,' Hueryx said. *She won't let us kill her choice-son.'

*I think you have an exaggerated idea of Imoshen's power,' Dragomyr said. *No all-father will take him, and he can hardly go back to Chalcedonia.'

Someone tapped on the door.

Hueryx gestured for Aravelle to answer it.

*All-father.' Saskar gave his obeisance from the doorway. *Captain Ardonyx is reorganising our stores.'

They bristled like dogs whose territory had been invaded, left their spiced wine on the table and went out to see what was going on. Feeling relieved, Aravelle continued to pick-up and put away.

When the door swung open again, she flinched, but it was only Saskar. He came straight across the cabin to her.

*What did they want with you?'

*All-father Hueryx plans to write a history. He wants me to be his scribe.'

*He can read and write perfectly well.'

Of course he could. Alarmed, she met Saskar's eyes.

He nodded grimly.

*Then why would he need me?'

*I don't know. But I did hear Hueryx was furious when your mother ran away with Asher.'

She s.h.i.+vered.

*Don't worry. Hueryx is a much better all-father than Kyredeon.'

*The voice-of-reason doesn't approve of me.'

*Dragomyr doesn't approve of much. His all-father is smarter than he is, which is hard for a voice-of-reason to take.'

*Then why is Dragomyr Hueryx's voice-of-reason?'

*The last all-father lost control of the brotherhood when one of his supporters killed himself, this upset the balance of power. To make the challenge, Hueryx had to move quickly. He needed the backing of two strong seconds. Dragomyr might not be as smart as Hueryx a" few are a" but he is loyal. Hueryx's hand-of-force is also loyal, and ambitious for stature. Keep out of Reyne's way.'

Aravelle frowned. *I don't see why you're telling me all this.'

*My Mieren parents raised me until I was eleven before our village forced them to turn me over. It's hard coming in from the outside. I know. I've spent the last seven years trying to make sense of the T'Enatuath. There are two ways of doing this, Vella. You can make waves and get swamped, or you can ride it out. So keep your head down and stay out of trouble.'

*Charsoria hates me already. When she learns I'm to scribe for Hueryx...'

*She'll be furious. But there's nothing she can do.'

Aravelle rolled her eyes. *You only think that because you've never had to live in the same cabin with her.'

He grinned. *If she's going to take out her spite on you, you might as well enjoy the benefits of your new role.' Without asking, he took the remainder of the spiced wine and poured it into two cups, giving her one and raising his. *Here's to Aravelle, the all-father's scribe.'

Together they polished off the spiced wine. Her stomach no longer ached and she felt lighter of heart. Nothing had changed for the better, but now she had a friend. *Thank you. I should get back to work.'

*I'll help.'

*You don't have to.'

*Oh, but I do.' He grinned. *You're doing my job.'

So they began to clean up. While working alongside Saskar, she wondered why he had to clean the cabin when he wore the leather breeches and vest of a warrior.

As she picked up the bronze statue to return it to the chest, she was struck by the pathos of the figure. It depicted a wounded warrior and his two friends who stood over him, ready to defend him to their last breath. The force of their emotion, captured in the lines of their bodies, was so powerful that it brought tears to her eyes.

*It's by Iraayel,' Saskar said. He saw she did not understand. *All-father Iraayel, the great sculptor. It's called the *Fallen All-father.' It's not the original, of course. That stood twice as tall as us and was made of marble.'

He came over with a cloth and wrapped the small statue reverently. *There were so many precious things that we could not bring them all. We made copies and hid the originals. One day...' He had to clear his throat. *If our people ever return to Chalcedonia, they'll reclaim our heritage.'

Loss made Aravelle feel cheated and hollow. She'd never seen the Celestial City. All she had were her mother's stories.

He put the bronze in a chest and handed it to her to put away, but caught her arm. *Don't be taken in by Hueryx. He can be charming, but he always gets his own way.'

*Don't worry,' Aravelle said. You had to like someone to be taken in by him, and she hated the all-father. *I cannot be charmed.'

Chapter Twelve.

RONNYN HAD NEVER felt more constricted in his life. The T'En children were only allowed out of the cabin at certain times of the day, and only allowed in certain places. The Malaunje used the mid-deck and the below-decks. The T'En had the foredeck and rear-decks, except when the big lads practised their combat training: then they claimed the mid-deck and everyone kept out of their way.

This was the first chance he'd had to see the lads go through their exercises. They ranged from boys just a little bigger than him to youths taller than Hand-of-force Cerafeoni. In preparation for their role as brotherhood warriors, they had memorised sequences of strikes and counter strikes. As they performed these patterns with wooden long-knives, Cerafeoni observed closely, interrupting to correct the angle of a deflection or their stance.

When she saw Ronnyn, she said, *Stand back. Empowered lads tend to be a bit wild at this age, that's why we keep them segregated.'

Watching the warriors made him restless to begin his own training. Instead, he was stuck with the children, who were all Vittor's age or younger. The little ones spilled out of the pa.s.sage, crowding around him.

*That's it for today,' Cerafeoni called. *Back to your cabin.'

As the trainee warriors walked past, joking and laughing, an aura of roused male gift enveloped Ronnyn, making his heart beat faster. Surrounded by small children, he felt inadequate; shame burned in him.

Just then, the scarred T'En woman and her s.h.i.+eld-sister herded the children up onto the foredeck and started the lesson. When it become clear Ronnyn already knew most of what the sisters were teaching, they told him to go and keep out of trouble.

He was used to working from sun-up to sun-down at home, and he looked about for something to do. When he heard his baby brother cry, he headed for the cabin. There he found the all-mother's Malaunje servant woman clucking over his little brother. She greeted Ronnyn with a smile.

Wrapping the infant in a shawl, she took him out to find the all-mother.

At a loose end, Ronnyn looked around the cabin and spotted the chest where the sisterhood kept their books. They'd only had one book at home. Now he went to the chest, opened it up and took them out one by one. The weight of the leatherbound covers, the richness of the paper, the ill.u.s.trations with their brilliant inks and glowing gold leaf... he felt like each one was a treasure, and that was without even reading them.

Choosing one, he made himself a nest in the far corner and became lost in the T'Enatuath origin myth. He wasn't sure how much time had pa.s.sed when a noise made him look up. To his surprise, a panel in the far wall opened.

Ronnyn went absolutely still as a T'En child about his own age darted out. Although partially obscured by the desk, he could see they were richly dressed, same as him. Then he caught a glimpse of her face and almost gasped. From the arch of her eyebrow to the line of her lips, she was beautiful.

Ronnyn swallowed.

As if afraid of discovery, she made straight for the chest, selected a volume and returned to her hidden nook. It all happened so quickly, he didn't have time to call out.

Now that he'd seen the panel open and close, Ronnyn realised one corner of the cabin had been walled off. A small grille near the ceiling meant the prisoner could hear what was going on.

Ronnyn put his book aside, quietly collected a chair and went over to the false wall. He climbed up and peered down through the grill into the private nook. It was wide enough for a bunk and little else. There was one small window. Under this the girl sat reading, cross-legged. He could see the crescents of her eyelashes on her cheeks and he wanted her to look up so he could see her face again.

He wanted to help her. *Why aren't you allowed out?'

The girl looked up, startled to find him peering through the grille. *Go away. If they knew you'd seen me, I'd be in trouble.'

*That's not fair. They shouldn't shut you up like this.'

*It's all right. It's for my own good,' she said.

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