The Skull Throne. Peter Brett V.

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      ‘You push fast and too hard, Damajah,’ Qeva said. ‘The Damaji will revolt.’

      ‘Let them, if they are such fools,’ Belina said. ‘Ahmann will not weep if he returns to find the entire council reduced to a scorch on his throne room floor and his sons in control of the tribes.’

      ‘And if he does not return?’ Melan asked.

      ‘All the more reason to cow the Damaji and recruit as many Sharum’ting as possible now,’ Inevera said. ‘Even Abban the khaffit has more soldiers than I.’

      ‘Kha’Sharum,’ Qeva said derisively. ‘Not true warriors.’

      ‘Tell that to Hasik,’ Inevera said. ‘The Deliverer’s own bodyguard, brought down and gelded by the khaffit. They say the same about the Sharum’ting, but I would take any of Enkido’s spear daughters over a dozen Spears of the Deliverer.’

      They reached Inevera’s private gardens, a botanical maze filled with carefully manicured plants, many cultivated from seeds brought all the way from Krasia. There were medicinal herbs and deadly poisons, fresh fruit, nuts and vegetables, as well as grasses, shrubs, flowers, and trees cultivated for purely aesthetic value.

      It was easy for Inevera to find her centre in the gardens, standing in the sun amidst so much flourishing vegetation. Even in the Palace of the Deliverer in Krasia, such a garden would have been impossible to maintain. The land was too harsh. In Everam’s Bounty, it seemed one had but to throw seeds in any direction and they would thrive unaided.

      Inevera breathed deeply, only to be thrown from her centre as she caught a hint of the perfume that always signalled an end to tranquillity.

      ‘Flee while you can, little sisters,’ she said quietly. ‘The Holy Mother waits within the bowers.’

      The words were enough to send her sister-wives hurrying from the garden as fast as their dignity would allow. As his Jiwah Ka, Ahmann’s mother was Inevera’s responsibility, a position the women were all too happy to yield.

      Inevera envied them. She, too, would have fled had she been able. Everam must be displeased, not to have warned me in the dice.

      Only Qeva, Melan, and Asavi dared to remain. Ashia had vanished into the leaves, though Inevera knew she was watching, never more than a breath away.

      Inevera breathed, bending to the wind. ‘Best get it over with,’ she muttered, and strode ahead to where the Holy Mother waited.

      Inevera heard Kajivah before she saw her.

      ‘By Everam, keep your back straight, Thalaja,’ the Holy Mother snapped. ‘You’re a bride of the Deliverer, not some dal’ting merchant in the bazaar.’

      The scene came into sight as Kajivah reached and snatched a pastry from her other daughter-in-law. ‘You’re putting on weight again, Everalia.’

      She looked to one of the servants. ‘Where is that nectar I asked for? And see they chill it this time.’ She rounded on another servant, holding a ridiculous fan. ‘I didn’t tell you to stop fanning, girl.’ She fanned herself, hand buzzing like a hummingbird. ‘You know how I get. Everam my witness, the entire green land is as humid as the baths. How do they stand it? Why, I have half a mind—’

      The woman mercifully broke off as Inevera entered the bower. The other women looked as if they were about to be rescued from a coreling. Kajivah might treat every other woman like a servant, but she was wise enough to respect the dama’ting, and Inevera most of all.

      Usually.

      ‘Where is my son?!’ Kajivah demanded, storming over to Inevera. She wore the black robes and white veil of kai’ting, but had added a white shawl as well, similar to Ahmann’s mode of dress. ‘The palace buzzes with gossip, my son-in-law sits the Skull Throne, and I am left the fool.’

      Truer witness was never given, Inevera thought.

      Kajivah grew increasingly shrill. ‘I demand to know what’s happened!’

      Demand. Inevera felt a coil of anger in her centre. Had the woman forgotten who she was talking to? Even Ahmann made no demands of her. She imagined herself blasting Kajivah across the gardens like Fahstu at court.

      Oh, if it could be so easily done. But while Ahmann would be forgiving if she vaporized the entire council of Damaji, he would hunt his mother’s killer to the ends of Ala, and with his crownsight, there would be no hiding the crime.

      ‘Ahmann is hunting a demon on the edge of the abyss,’ Inevera said. ‘The dice favour his return, but it is a dangerous path. We must pray for him.’

      ‘My son has gone to the abyss?!’ Kajivah shrieked. ‘Alone?! Why are not the Spears of the Deliverer with him?’

      Inevera reached out, grabbing Kajivah’s chin. Ostensibly it was to force her to make and hold eye contact, but Inevera put pressure on a convergence spot, breaking some of the woman’s energy.

      ‘Your son is the Deliverer,’ she said coldly. ‘He walks in places none may follow, and owes no explanations to you, or even me.’

      She released Kajivah, and the woman fell back, weakened. Thalaja caught her and tried to usher her to one of the stone benches, but Kajivah straightened, pulling from her grasp and meeting Inevera’s eyes again.

      Stubborn, Inevera thought.

      ‘Why was Jayan passed over?’ Kajivah demanded. ‘He is Ahmann’s eldest heir, and a worthy successor. The people worship him.’

      ‘Jayan is too young and headstrong to lead in Ahmann’s stead,’ Inevera said.

      ‘He is your son!’ Kajivah shouted. ‘How can you …’

      ‘ENOUGH!’ Inevera barked, causing everyone to jump, most of all Kajivah. It was rare for Inevera to raise her voice, especially in front СКАЧАТЬ