Steven Brust - Orca

“No, call me Kiera. It’ll make it easier.”

“Are you trying to confuse me? Don’t answer that. Kiera. Yes. As I say, it was a lot of little things. This is the first time we’ve worked this closely together, but we’ve known each other for a long time, and I’ve always wondered why you gave a damn for a little Easterner kid. Now I know, of course.”

“Of course.”

“And I’m still grateful. Only ...”

“Yes?”

“I don’t know. I keep thinking of things, like the way you recruited me to find Aliera.”

“There was no other way, Vlad.”

“I understand that, but still. And what was that whole business with the blood of the goddess? Not that I haven’t figured out who the goddess is.”

“I can’t tell you that, Vlad. She said it was important for you to have that vial, and that she, herself, didn’t know why.”

“The ways of the gods are mysterious.”

“Don’t be sarcastic.”

“Why not?”

I shrugged. “I want to know what gave me away, Vlad.”

“It was simple, really. You see, I’ve known you and Sethra for a long time, but I’ve never seen you at the same time or in the same—”

“Cut it out. I’m serious. This matters to me. I want to know.”

He nodded. “All right.” He got his considering look on his face and said, “Well, for one thing, you got upset once, when you were talking about how we’d been fooled, and your speech patterns changed. Come to think of it, that happened more than once. I remember when I first told you things that implied that the Empire was involved, you, uh, you talked different.”

“My speech patterns slipped,” I said, shaking my head.

He nodded. “Not very often, or for very long, but it was one of the things that got me thinking.”

“I suppose it would be. Damn. After two thousand years, you’d think ... never mind. What else?”

“What else? Oh, how little you ate was probably part of it, though by itself it didn’t mean anything. But I know that Sethra is undead, and lives on, well, on other things, so she doesn’t eat much. And, by the same token, there was the way the dog reacted to you, and—how did you fool Loiosh, by the way? He can usually tell the undead with one sniff.”

“He’s not as good at it as Buddy, apparently,” Loiosh hissed and I heard myself chuckle and I suspected that Vlad was never going to let Loiosh forget that. “But,” I continued, “there are ways to conceal the fact that one is undead. It’s difficult, but—”

“But you’re Sethra Lavode. Right. I keep forgetting that.”

“How else did I give myself away?”

“I heard you muttering something about battle shock when you first saw Savn, and I thought it was odd that Kiera would recognize battle shock.”

“Cracks and shards. I’m an idiot.”

“No, I just know you well.”

“Okay, keep going.”

“Well, you knew stuff that I couldn’t see how Kiera knew.”

“Like what?”

“Like what ‘he didn’t break the stick’ meant, and, more than that, what it feels like to have a spell-stick discharge in your hand. And you knew more about Imperial Signets and secret Imperial organizations than seemed reasonable for your basic thief. Or even your extraordinary thief.”

“Oh.” I shook my head. “It’s starting to sound like a miracle that no one else has figured it out. That must have been what you meant when you said you got more than you wanted.”

“Did I say that?” He shrugged. “But remember: no one else knows both of you. And you are a very effective Jhereg—I’ve known you since I was a child, and I never suspected that you were anything but what you seemed to be. But then, as I said, we’ve never worked together before. You, Kiera, have never worked closely with anyone, have you? And that’s the reason, isn’t it?”

I nodded. “Continue, then.”

“Okay.” He was getting warmed up now. “When you first met with Loftis, there was something odd in the way you reported the encounter.”

“Odd? How?”

“Like you left something out—like you didn’t tell me everything that happened.”

“What didn’t I tell you?”

“The part where you were first bluffing him, you talked about mentioning a few details about some activities the Tasks Group had done, but you wouldn’t tell me what the activities were. Later, when I was putting things together, it occurred to me that maybe that was because they were things that would make you seem knowledgeable to him, but would connect Kiera with someone else for me—like something Kiera couldn’t know about, but Sethra could. Am I right? Or maybe just things Kiera couldn’t know about. I don’t know. I think it was one of the things that first made me think there was something funny going on, although I didn’t really pay too much attention at the time. But it was a hole in your report and it only made sense later.”

The Jenoine at Dzur Mountain. I nodded, while trying not to think too much about the experience itself; it was one I hadn’t enjoyed, and I’d been damn glad to have the help of the Tasks Group at the time. And, of course, I’d had to leave out all the other incidents that Sethra knew about from having been Warlord, but Kiera couldn’t. Damn.

“All right,” he continued. “What else gave you away? It’s hard to think back on it this way, because I wasn’t really trying to put it together; it just happened. Oh, well, I remember one thing. You—that is, Sethra—once told me that you were originally from the Northwest.”

“So what’s your point?”

“How easy you found it to say the old woman’s name.”

“Hwdf rjaanci? That’s a Kanefthali name. There are lots of people who can pronounce Kanefthali names.”

“Maybe,” he said. “But there are even more who can’t; you’ll notice that Timmer didn’t try.” I started to speak, but he held up his hand. “Okay, maybe it didn’t mean anything by itself, but it was another piece, all right?”

I scowled at him.

“And you were too sensitive to magic—you kept reminding me of Aliera, the way you’d pick up on spells. In fact, I wasn’t really convinced until you detected that teleport just now, and knew right away how many there were.”

“That was stupid, too,” I said, or, I suppose, growled.

He said, “Tell me something.”

“What?”

“Why, Kiera? Or, rather: Sethra, why Kiera?”

“You mean why the name? In the old form of the language there are female endings of—”

“No, not the name. Although, now that I think of it, that should have tipped me off, too—a very, very old feminine version of ‘Kieron.’ But, no. I mean, why does she exist at all?”

“Oh, why did I invent her?” I shrugged. “At first, to keep in touch with the Underworld—it was part of the job of the Lavodes to keep track of what the Jhereg and various others were up to. After that, well, I got to like it. It was different, it was a challenge, it was scary at a time when it was hard for anything to frighten me—”

“Yes,” said Vlad, his face twisting into part of a smile. “You’d hate never being frightened, wouldn’t you?”

I smiled back. “As I say, I never cheated when I was being Kiera. I never used, well, anything that Kiera didn’t come by herself, or any skill that wasn’t Kiera’s own. I’ve gotten to like her.”

“And no one knows?”

“Only you.”

He licked his lips. “Uh, Sethra—”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay.”

I smiled. “I still like you, you know.”

“That’s a relief.”

“Kiera has never killed anyone, and I decided long ago that keeping that secret wasn’t worth a life.”

He shook his head. “Sethra doesn’t value life as much as Kiera does, I think.”