Michael Stackpole - Chartomancy

They are every bit as much prisoners of their birth as I am.

Princess Jasai would not have left no matter the inducement. Despite her feelings about her husband, she accepted the responsibility the people had thrust upon her. She offered comfort and encouragement where she could. More important, she put pressure on the Grand Minister, forcing him to follow her example and get his hands dirty.

Because of his dream, Keles knew the invaders had come for him. His grandfather had sent them to find him in Felarati and that meant Keles really had spoken to his sister in that dream. He’d never before been able to reach her that way and could only get glimmers of his grandfather and brother-letting him know they existed and little more. He couldn’t understand this new and strong contact with his sister, and it unsettled him.

The new refugees did bring information from Felarati and it gave the others a bit of hope. The soldiers who had been doing the searching had repeatedly been referred to as “the Eyeless Ones,” which quickly got shortened to blinds. The half-handed blinds were searching the city, and it seemed the smoke confused them. Keles suggested they were tracking him by scent.

They tested the theory by collecting his urine and clothes and depositing them at various points on the plains between Tsatol Pelyn and Felarati. Scouts reported that the blinds functioned very much like ants. They continued their scouting patterns until they hit something with his scent. Then they headed straight back to the city. In their wake came more soldiers, and a new search pattern spread out from that point.

The inevitability of his discovery escaped no one. Keles had offered to head away and draw the invaders off, but since there was no guarantee that the others would be able to escape, that plan foundered. It mattered little because the refugees had other plans.

Keles didn’t see what they were doing at first, but when he did, it made a curious sort of sense. People came up to him, begged his pardon, and asked if he thought moving stones from one part of a midden to another would strengthen their position. Others would ask if clearing debris from what once had been a moat would be a good idea. Still others asked if digging a canal to flood that moat would work.

Keles stood at the fortress’ highest point and watched the people work. They had been terrified the night of the attack, and exhausted by their flight. Yet despite their exhaustion or age, they began to work, shifting rocks, digging, making mud for mortar, fetching water for workers.

Jasai joined him and stroked his back with a hand. “They had been reshaping Felarati for you, and now they will rebuild Tsatol Pelyn.”

“They’re working for you, Princess.” He took one of her hands in his and turned it over. Her palms had cracked and dirt lay caked beneath her nails. “They follow your example, and that’s forced the ministry clerks to do the same. Some take to it, and some are plotting revenge.”

Jasai shook her head as she looked east. Fifteen miles separated them from Felarati, but already the inky stain of invader search parties spread over the dusty landscape. “Any idea how many?”

“Tyressa could tell you; I can’t.” Keles sighed. “You and she should get away from here. The people would understand, and we’d sell ourselves dearly to make certain you did survive.”

“The people would lose heart if I left.”

“No, they’d love you even more for the chance to make sure you and your child live.”

She turned and faced him. “What about you, Keles? What would your motivation be? Would it be that you, too, love me? Or is it that you love my aunt and want to see her safe?”

Keles’ mouth dropped open. “Highness, I don’t think the answers to those questions really pertain.”

“Of course they do, Keles.” She laughed lightly. “I grew up learning that men are easy to control. Flatter them, stroke their egos-stroke other parts of them-and they can become yours. There are exceptions. My husband is one. I am not certain what he loves, but it is not me. You are another, but not for the same reasons. You are capable of love.

“I will admit, Keles, that I did try to make you fall in love with me. I needed your help to escape. Making you love me was the fastest way. Please don’t think harshly of me for this, but it’s the truth.”

Keles shook his head. “You needed me to escape, and I needed you.”

“But don’t let yourself think I don’t have feelings for you, because I do. In the months I have known you, I have come to admire and trust you-both of which are things I do not do lightly.” She smiled. “And, I will also admit, that I found your resistance to my charms rather frustrating. I knew we were partners in escape, but I did wonder why you did not accept the invitations I offered.”

He started to speak, but she pressed a finger to his lips.

“And then I saw your reaction when Tyressa appeared. I’ve seen men infatuated with the Keru before, but there we were, in a city under invasion-flames flaring, smoke swirling-and you looked as surprised and happy as it was possible to be. And I remember thinking, ‘Someday a man will look at me that way.’ ”

Keles nodded and looked down toward where Tyressa was levering a large stone block into place in a makeshift wall. “She was assigned to ensure that I didn’t get killed in Ixyll and there was, at first, some of the Keru thing there. I couldn’t help it, being raised in Moriande.”

Jasai nodded. “You know the Keru find it amusing, don’t you, all the little boys looking at them all moon-eyed with fantasies?”

“I’m glad, because if they found it annoying, there would be a lot of dead little boys.” Keles grinned. “On the trip, she took care of me. She spoke with me, she nursed me to health when I was sick. And, at the end, when one of your husband’s agents shot her and I thought she was dead…”

A tightness rising in his throat strangled his words.

Jasai stroked his arm.

He swallowed hard. “Back in Moriande, I’d been engaged to someone who saw me as a means to an end. When my grandfather sent me out to Ixyll, I was happy because it took me out of the capital and out of her sphere. I wasn’t even looking for anything, then Tyressa was there.”

“And you couldn’t let yourself imagine you had feelings for her because you knew the Keru never married, never had children?”

“Why open yourself to being hurt?”

“Because you don’t always get hurt.” Jasai smiled. “Being chosen to join the Keru is an honor for a Helosundian woman. She sacrifices a great deal to accept that honor. But she does not sacrifice everything, Keles. She does not remove her heart.”

He glanced down at Tyressa again. “She doesn’t have feelings for me.”

“Can you imagine duty alone being sufficient motivation to travel with a Viruk across a continent, to enter an enemy nation, penetrate the capital, and enter the Prince’s palace to steal a prisoner away from him?”

He smiled. “You know your aunt. She’d do that for sport.”

“True, but she didn’t. Not in this case.” Jasai nodded toward her. “She watches you while you sleep. People ask her if they can approach you. She may not know exactly what she’s feeling, but the others see it. I see it.”

“So you’re saying that she wouldn’t leave here either, even if it was the only hope you had for a future?”

“I’m afraid you’re stuck with us.” Jasai looked back east. “Of course, ‘future’ is a relative term. How long until they arrive?”

“At their rate of advance, a couple of days. Rekarafi thinks he can sneak through their lines with more urine and make them think I’ve gotten behind them. That might slow them up for a while. And by the time they get here, we’ll have makeshift fortifications. But unless a lot of the folks down there are Mystics in disguise, the battle isn’t going to last very long.”