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'Taliktrum,' said Hercol dangerously, 'let her come to me. This man's life is forfeit if she is harmed.'

'There's a giant talking,' said Steldak. 'We have not even drawn the woman's blood. He has no reason to think we mean to, yet he promises to kill.'

Diadrelu stood among the spear-points, gazing at Hercol. When her eyes moved to the man he held, something changed in her face.

'No,' she said. 'Ludunte.'

Her sophister looked down from Hercol's bandaged fist. 'You're my mistress no longer, Dri. I renounce you. I have long had misgivings, but when I heard the giants speak the name of Sanctuary, I could side with you no longer. They must be fought, not reasoned with. Their souls are not those of reasoning creatures.'

'And now she herself has spoken of Sanctuary, to her unnatural lover,' said Myett. 'Did you hear, my lord Taliktrum? She can let that vision go — she renounces the vision of your father the prophet.'

'Prophet?' said Diadrelu.

'Listen to the scorn,' said Steldak. 'Yes, woman, prophet! So do we of Ixphir name our lost Lord Talag, architect of his people's deliverance. Taliktrum is his living champion, born to complete his father's work, just as you were born to oppose him and test our faith.'

'You're not of Ixphir House,' said Diadrelu. 'We rescued you from a cage in Rose's desk. It was your mad attack on Rose that got my brother killed!'

'Lies, lies!' cried several of Taliktrum's shaved-headed fighters. 'You knew she would say that, Lord, you predicted it!'

'I share all that I see,' said Taliktrum. 'I am not my father, but I serve you as I may.'

There was a changed aspect to his voice, a self-conscious gravity. Dri took in the faces around her: Talag's volunteer bodyguard, plus a few newcomers like Steldak and Myett. In their smiles she saw bridled rage. In their eyes, the clarity of fanatics.

Hercol had tightened his grip, drawing a gasp from Ludunte. 'Believe what you will,' he said, 'but be certain of this: he will die unless you release her.'

'She is my father's sister,' said Taliktrum, 'do you think I wish her dead?'

'Then let her come to me,' said Hercol, blinking sweat from his eyes. 'I love her. I offer you this man, and my oath to be a friend to your people and a voice for their welfare all the days of my life. No matter in what land this voyage ends, or the circumstances of its ending.'

Dri raised her head sharply, as though he had said too much. 'He knows!' someone whispered. 'She told him our plan!'

Taliktrum raised a hand for silence. He turned and addressed a few words to Dri in ixchel-speech. Hercol could hear nothing, of course, but he saw the effect Taliktrum's words had on Diadrelu. She cried out, appalled. She shut her eyes and shook her head. Steldak and Myett pointed at her, their mouths forming curses or taunts. The others cheered them on. All eerily silent; then Taliktrum faced Hercol again.

'My aunt thinks I lack the strength to rule,' he said, 'and yet when I make strong decisions they frighten her.'

'Strength and power are not the same thing,' said Hercol.

'Who do you think to lecture?' snapped Taliktrum. 'I am the defender of this clan, and of a future race of ixchel, unless her treason prevents it. You speak of love — that is monstrous, foul. You do not know the meaning of the word.'

'I did not know,' said Hercol softly, 'before.'

Myett turned her slim body towards him and pouted, mocking. '"I did not know." We saw just what you came to know, satyr. We watched it all.'

'Then you know that Diadrelu is the noblest among you,' said Hercol, unflinching. 'You heard her speak to me of what she holds most sacred — the good of your clan. How she would take her own life before letting you kill one another over her.'

'No one here is about to take up arms for that traitor,' said Steldak.

'They would not be here if they were,' said Diadrelu, 'and I expect few of the clan know about this ambush at all — or shall ever hear about it, afterwards. Enough! This talk wearies me. Nephew, you tried to slay me on Bramian. Were you in earnest? Do you mean to kill me now? I think you must, for I will not cease fighting for our people. And the order you just boasted of giving, which you do not wish Hercol to hear, only proves again that you do not know how such fighting is done.'

Outraged cries from the spear-bearers. But her words struck a chord in Taliktrum. His solemn demeanour vanished; he could not look his aunt in the eye. 'Don't think I lack the courage,' he warned her softly.

'I merely wonder if you have the courage not to be what others expect.'

A flash of annoyance crossed Taliktrum's face. 'Swear you will not reveal the order I gave.'

'Swear it, Diadrelu,' said Hercol, 'do as he wishes. Please.'

'I cannot,' she said softly. 'In fact I will tell the humans I trust. What you have set in motion, Taliktrum, could well destroy the ship, and the clan along with it. Have you paid any attention to what the humans are actually doing, where they're actually taking us? Is vortex a word you understand?'

There were hisses around the circle. 'She taunts him! She shames our lord! You'll pay, woman, you'll pay!' Taliktrum gave his followers an uneasy look, as if torn between enjoying their adoration and wishing they would stop.

'My lord,' hissed Steldak, 'the time for talk is past! I — we, that is, we — are needed elsewhere. And quickly! Don't let her play on your family sympathies! You agreed — she is incurable. She has pledged herself to that! ' He gestured with disgust at Hercol.

Taliktrum's face looked increasingly troubled. 'Giant,' he said at last, then, with effort, 'Hercol. You care for my aunt? That… connects us, in a sense. We too were close; as a boy I learned at her knee. She was a good aunt, she understood a child's… no matter. Can you make her promise to obey me in all things? Will she do that, for love of you?'

Hercol closed his eyes. He already knew what Dri's answer would be. When he opened them she was shaking her head.

One spearpoint was resting against Dri's throat. Steldak gripped it furiously. 'All this was decided,' he said.

With a trembling sigh, Hercol lowered his hand to the floor. 'Her obedience is not mine to give, Lord Taliktrum,' he said. 'I would give it, and anything else you asked of me. Here is your servant. I shall be another, if you will have me. Give me a razor; I will shave my head. Teach me your oaths and I will take them. Only spare her, spare her, my lord.'

He opened his hand, and Ludunte sprang free, astonished. But his amazement was nothing compared to Taliktrum's. The young man's lips were slightly parted; words formed on them, only to vanish unspoken. He looked suddenly at Diadrelu, standing quiet and thoughtful in his trap, neither resigned nor hopeful, merely aware.

'Aunt,' he said, and there was a plea in his voice, as if he were the one who was trapped.

Then Steldak made a furious sound, and jerked the spear. Diadrelu gave a small, clipped cry. She put her hand on her neck. The blood leaped through her fingers, a red bird escaping, a secret no one could keep. Her eyes slid upwards, searching for Hercol, but the light went out of them before they reached his face.

37

Grotesqueries of Change

A hidden deformity,

A sore of the mind,

A wound in a world once blessed,

A chosen tumour,

A heart betrayed,

A stone whose touch is death.

The blind mote in the soul's good eye,

The slave who sells others tomorrow,

The joyless triumph,

The prayer that lies,

The lesson you learn to your sorrow.

'Hate'

Cantica of Ixphir House

9 Umbrin 941

'You're fast, girl,' said Sandor Ott. 'Almost fast enough, had you guessed that the danger lay behind as well as before you. Don't struggle, now, and for pity's sake don't try any of Hercol's tricks. Remember he learned most of them from me.'

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