Marie Brennan - Doppelganger

“So you didn’t know who you’d hired?” Mirage asked the Air Hand Key.

Ashin shook her head. “No. It was stupid of us, but Tari was the only one who knew where you were. It seemed safer that way—we couldn’t betray you—but then when she died, we lost you completely. We went ahead and hired Silverfires, but with you and your partner always wearing masks, we had no idea who we had. It was pure chance that we got you.” She paused. “Or maybe not. You’re good—or so I’m told—so it makes sense that your Grandmaster chose you.”

Technically he’d chosen Eclipse, but that didn’t mean Jaguar didn’t have her in mind. “ Would you have hired me, if you had the choice?”

“I haven’t thought about it. Maybe, since you’re involved anyway. It doesn’t matter, though; it’s not something I can go back and change.”

Straightforward, just as Miryo said. I hope she isn’t the brains of this operation; she seems to be a good person, but she’s not nearly devious enough to run a subversive campaign . “Did you know the Primes were behind the assassination when you hired us?”

Ashin flinched visibly. “You’re sure of it, then?” Mirage nodded. “We suspected, but we weren’t sure. That’s why we hired Hunters; we needed to be sure. Void.” She sighed. “Well, I don’t think anyone will be surprised to hear it’s true.”

“They killed Tari-nakana because of this, then,” Miryo said.

“Of course. Well, sort of. They’d found out that Tari knew about a living doppelganger. It happens, sometimes, that a child somehow slips through, but a witch who finds out about one is supposed to report it. Tari didn’t, which meant that she was entertaining heretical ideas. They had her killed to prevent her from causing further trouble.”

Electric fire shot up Mirage’s right arm, making her clench her hand.

What in the Void was that?

A tension she hadn’t even realized existed melted out of her bones, and with the relaxation came understanding. The blood-oath, the spell that bound her and Eclipse to investigate the assassination, had been fulfilled at last.

What a shame that talking about her achievement would only bring the Primes down on her head all the faster.

Look on the bright side. That’s one less sword hanging over my head .

She dragged her mind back to Ashin’s last comment. “But she’d already caused trouble, hadn’t she?”

. “Yes. She was the one who began arranging for other doppelgangers to survive. We don’t think they were aware of that at the time, though. Otherwise they would have tried to get her to talk first, to name her accomplices. But they know now. Otherwise they wouldn’t have searched her home.”

Looking for evidence . Mirage nodded. “So how many of you are there, in this little conspiracy?”

Ashin gave her a measuring look. “I don’t think I’m going to tell you that.”

Mirage grinned. It was good to know Ashin wasn’t an idiot. “All right. How about a different question, then. Are the other doppelgangers out there children of your little conspirators, or did you find a way to make all doubles survive the ritual?”

“We know you let your daughter’s doppelganger survive,” Miryo said.

Ashin smiled faintly. There was a definite tinge of ruefulness to it. “Of course I did. If I believe in this, I should believe in it enough to commit my own child to it. But some of them, I’ll admit, aren’t ours.”

“And how are you arranging that?”

“The same way you made it,” Ashin said to Mirage. “As far as we know, anyway. When a doppelganger survives, it’s because the child was touched by starlight before the ritual.”

The implications hit home quickly. “So she has a soul when she’s divided.”

“Exactly. And this is important because it puts an interesting twist on the way your lives work. You two share one soul, you see. And so you’re the only people who can kill each other. If anybody else tries, you just come back, because the other half is still around.”

“We found that bit out the hard way,” Miryo said dryly.

Ashin looked disappointed that her declaration hadn’t been met with more shock and amazement, but she went on. “The immediate effect is that when the mother kills the doppelganger, it comes back to life a little while later.”

“And then what?” Mirage asked. “How did I end up with foster parents? Why wasn’t I just buried?”

“That’s a very good question, and one we’ll probably never know the exact answer to. The doppelgangers are given to the Cousins to dispose of, you see. Unfortunately, we don’t know which one tended Kasane. But you can bet the Cousins are in it up to their eyebrows, or at least some of them are. Every time a doppelganger survives to adulthood, it’s because a Cousin took her elsewhere, and didn’t report her to the Primes.”

Mirage was amused by that. So much for the Cousins as the mindless, eternally obedient servants. I wonder how many witches realize all the tricks their subordinates are up to ?

“I just wish that the Cousins would talk about it,” Ashin said with a frustrated sigh. “We have a few on our side, but they claim to know nothing. The Cousins know more about what goes on at Starfall than anyone likes to think about, but they refuse to talk. Some of them help us, though.”

“You’ve been arranging for this with other witches’ children, then?” Miryo asked.

“Yes,” Ashin admitted blandly.

“And this doesn’t bother you at all.”

“Are we supposed to let them continue on, just as we have for all these centuries? No. We’re doing them a favor. Things will be better this way.”

“Only if we find an answer,” Mirage said, and put some bite in her voice. “I don’t suppose you happen to have that up your sleeve?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“But you think there is one.”

“Of course. Why else would we be doing this?”

Miryo seemed to find Ashin’s attitude as irritating as Mirage did. “What if Mirage and I die, though? Then what?”

The Air Hand Key shrugged. “Then someone after you will find the answer. One of the pairs we’ve arranged for. The Goddess will not let things continue on this way forever; eventually she will show us how things were meant to be.”

Warrior’s teeth. She’d make a good siege general. Throw bodies at the problem, and one of these days some of them will break through. Just don’t count the casualties .

And as if Miryo and I didn’t have enough pressure on us before. Now it’s not just “find an answer or die,” it’s “find an answer or children will die, too .”

“What makes you think there’s an answer?” Miryo said.

“Did the Primes feed you that quote from Misetsu?” Ashin asked. When Miryo nodded, she snorted. “Crone’s stick. You should read the rest of what that woman wrote. She may have been devout once, but magic went to her head; all the later stuff reeks of pride. You can bet that by the time Monisuko’s opening ritual came around, Misetsu wouldn’t have heard the Goddess if she’d had all five Aspects shouting in her ear.”

Mirage could believe it. She’d seen Temple Dancers, who devoted their lives to honoring the Goddess, lose their way to the seduction of praise. It happened to the clergy, too. There was no reason it couldn’t happen to a witch.

“You think she was wrong about doppelgangers, then,” Miryo said.

“Of course. She couldn’t find an answer—because she wasn’t listening —and so she found an easy way out. Then she made up something suitably frightening to justify it.”

Mirage doubted the story was that simple. But she didn’t want to argue it too closely; she hoped Misetsu had been wrong.