Steven Brust - Teckla

He didn't get up on any kind of platform or anything, and he was pretty short, so he was completely hidden from me. I only gradually became aware that he was speaking, as if he'd started in a whisper and was talking louder and louder as he went. Since I couldn't hear him, I tried to judge the reaction he was getting. It was hard to tell, but it was quite certain that everyone was listening.

As his voice rose, I began to catch occasional phrases, then larger portions of his speech as he shouted it. "They are asking us," he declaimed, "to pay for their excesses, and we are saying we won't do it. They have forfeited any rights they may once have had to rule our destinies. We have now the right—and the obligation—to rule our own." Then his voice suddenly dropped again, but a little later it rose once more. "You, gathered here now, are only the vanguard, and this battle is only the first." And, still later, "We are not blind to their strengths, as they are blind to ours, but we're not blind to their weaknesses, either."

There was more like that, but I was too far away to get a good idea of what was going on. Still, they were waving weapons in the air, and I saw that the street was even more full than it had been when he'd started speaking. Those in back could no more hear than I could, but they pressed forward, eagerly. The atmosphere was almost carnival like, especially far back in the crowd. They would hold up their sticks or knives or kitchen cleavers and wave them about, yelling. They would clasp each other's shoulders, or hug each other, and I saw an Easterner nearly cut the throat of a Teckla he was trying to hug.

They had no understanding of or respect for their weapons. I decided I was scared and had better leave. I stepped out of my corner and headed home. I made it with no trouble.

When Cawti arrived, close to midnight, her eyes were glowing. More than her eyes, in fact. It was as if there were a light shining inside of her head, and some of the luminescence was corning out of the pores of her skin. She had a smile on her face, and her smallest movements, as she took off her cloak and got a wine glass from the buffet, had an enthusiasm and verve that couldn't be missed. She was still wearing the black headband.

She had looked at me that way, once upon a time.

She poured herself a glass of wine and came into the living room, sat down.

"What is it?" I asked her.

"We're finally doing something," she said. "We're moving. This is the most exciting thing I can remember."

I kept my reaction off my face as best I could. "And what is this thing?"

She smiled and the light from the candles made her eyes dance. "We're shutting it down."

"Shutting what down?"

"The entire Easterners' quarter—all of South Adrilankha."

I blinked. "What do you mean, shutting it down?"

"No traffic into or out of South Adrilankha. All the merchants and peasants who pass through from the west will have to go around. There are barricades being set up all along Carpenter and Twovine. They'll be manned in the morning."

I struggled with that for a moment. Finally, "What will that do?" won out over "How are you doing it?"

She said, "Do you mean short-term, or what are we trying to achieve?"

"Both," I said. I struggled with how to put the question, then came up with, "Aren't you trying to get the peasants on your side? It sound like this will just make them mad if they have to travel all the way around South Adrilankha."

"First of all, most of them won't want to go around, so they'll sell to Easterners or go back."

"And that will get them on your side?"

She said, "They were born on our side." I had some trouble with that, but I let her continue. "It isn't as if we're trying to recruit them, or convince them to join something, or show what great people we are. We're fighting a war."

"And you don't care about civilian casualties?"

"Oh, stop it. Of course we do."

"Then why are you taking food out of the mouths of these peasants who are just trying to—"

"You're twisting things. Look, Vlad, it's time we struck back. We have to. We can't let them think they can cut us down with impunity, and the only defense we have is to bring together the masses in their own defense. And yes, some will be hurt. But the big merchants—the Orcas and the Tsalmoth and the Jhegaala—will run out of meat for their slaughterhouses. They'll be hurt more. And the nobility, who are used to eating meat once or twice every, day, will be very unhappy about it after a while."

"If they're really hurt, they'll just ask the Empire to move in."

"Let them ask. And let the Empire try. We have the entire quarter, and that's only the beginning. There aren't enough Dragons in the Guard to reopen it."

"Why can't they just teleport past your barricades?"

"They can. Let them. Watch what happens when they try."

"What will happen? The Phoenix Guard are trained warriors, and one of them can—"

"Do nothing when he's outnumbered ten or twenty or thirty to one. We have all of South Adrilankha already, and that's only the beginning. We are finding support in the rest of the city and among the larger estates surrounding it. That, in fact, is what I'm going to be working on starting tomorrow. I'm going to visit some of those slaughterhouses and—"

"I see. All right, then: why?"

"Our demands to the Empress—"

"Demands? To the Empress? Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Uh… all right. What are they?"

"We have asked for a full investigation into the murders of Sheryl and Franz."

I stared at her. I swallowed, then stared some more. Finally I said, "You can't mean it."

"Of course we mean it."

"You went to the Empire?"

"Yes."

"Do you mean to tell me that, not only have you gone to the Empire over a Jhereg killing, but you are now demanding that it be investigated?"

"That's right."

"That's crazy! Cawti, I can see Kelly or Gregory coming up with a notion like that, but you know how we operate."

"We?"

"Cut it out. You were in the organization for years. You know what happens when someone goes to the Empire. Herth will kill every one of you."

"Every one of us? Each of the thousands of Easterners—and Dragaerans—in South Adrilankha?"

I shook my head. She knew better. She had to know better. You never, never, never talk to the Empire. That is one of the few things that can make a Jhereg mad enough to hire someone to use a Morganti blade. Cawti knew that. And yet here she was, positively glowing about how they had just put all of their heads on the executioner's block.

"Cawti, don't you realize what you're doing?"

She looked at me hard. "Yes. I realize exactly what we're doing. I don't think you do. You seem to think Herth is some sort of god. He isn't. He certainly isn't strong enough to defeat an entire city."

"But—"

"And that isn't the point, anyway. We aren't counting on the Empire to give us justice. We know better, and so does everyone who lives in South Adrilankha. The thousands who are following us in this aren't doing it because they love us, but because of their need. There will be a revolution because they need it bad enough to die for it. They follow us because we know that, and because we don't lie to them. This is only the first battle, but it's starting, and we're winning. That's what's important—not Herth."

I stared at her. At last I said, "How long did it take you to memorize that?"

Fires burned behind her eyes and I was struck by a wave of anger and I badly wished I'd kept my mouth shut.

I said, "Cawti—"

She stood up, put on her cloak and walked out.

If Loiosh had said anything I'd probably have killed him.

…and polish.

I stayed up all night, walking around the neighborhood. I wasn't completely nuts, the way I'd been before, but I suppose I wasn't quite rational, either. I did try to be careful and I wasn't attacked. Morrolan reached me psionically at some point in there, but claimed it wasn't important when I asked why, so I didn't find out what he wanted. After a few hours I had calmed down a bit. I thought about going home, but realized that I didn't want to go home to an empty house. Then I realized that I didn't want to go home to find Cawti waiting up for me, either.