Cast In Deception. Michelle Sagara

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СКАЧАТЬ a lark for the Barrani—or at least that’s the impression they’ve always given. It’s the reason that most of the nonpatrolling Hawks find it hard to work with them.”

      Kaylin nodded again.

      “It is not a lark at the moment. Teela may take a leave of absence when things get truly tense.”

      Kaylin did not ask how assassination attempts in the Halls failed to qualify as truly tense. “At the Hawklord’s request?”

      “No. The Barrani wear the tabard. He would not ask them to leave the office; it would send the wrong signals.”

      Kaylin blinked.

      “Having Barrani Hawks on the force give the Barrani an accessible public face. People are often terrified of the Barrani.”

      “People are sometimes terrified of the Hawks. But most of those are criminals.”

      “Most yes, but not all. Having Barrani on the street and wearing the Hawk makes them a little less frightening.” She was silent for a beat. “But surely you already know this.”

      Did she?

      She’d been a Hawk for seven years, unofficially. The Hawk had never terrified her the way Barrani in Nightshade had. It had never terrified her the way the howls of hunting Ferals did. It had never terrified her the way the cold did, the way hunger did. But the warrens were as close to the fiefs as anyplace inside the city could be—and if she’d been born there, and the warrens were her home?

      Would she love the Hawk then? Would she be unafraid of it?

      Fear of the Barrani made sense to Kaylin. Outside of the Law, they could kill most mortals on a whim. Barrani against Leontine was not as sure a thing.

      “I don’t know,” she finally said. “There wasn’t a lot of difference for us between Shadows and Barrani when I was a kid. And if I’m being honest, most mortals of my acquaintance I tried real hard to avoid as well. You don’t understand what it’s like. If I met me from back then—”

      “Yes?”

      “I wouldn’t have given me a chance if I didn’t want my throat slit.”

      Bellusdeo exhaled and moved to stand beside Kaylin. Moran’s glare did not—had never, apparently—included the gold Dragon. “It’s so hard to have productive discussions with you,” she said, but fondly. “Most men—most Barrani, most Dragons—when forced into the space you are standing in now might deflect. They might, if pressed in an unavoidable way, justify. They might give excuses—ah, pardon, I believe they would call them explanations.”

      Kaylin shrugged. “Look, I’m not proud of what I once did.”

      “No.”

      “But I understand why I did it. If I were there now, if I lost everything now, I’d make different choices. But I didn’t even see the possibilities, then. I saw death. When all you see is death, or probable death, you don’t trust much.”

      “And the tabard?”

      “I doubt I’d’ve trusted it, either.”

      “Even before you lived in Barren?”

      “Even then. I believed that paradise existed across the Ablayne. But none of that paradise came into the fiefs, and the Hawks? They didn’t, either. Can we drop this?”

      “Yes. But I expect you to accept Teela’s leave of absence.” She hesitated.

      Kaylin stared at her.

      “Or her resignation, if it comes to that.”

       6

      “Kaylin,” Helen repeated, in her most patient tone, “I cannot answer that question.”

      “You can.”

      “I cannot ethically answer that question.”

      “Yes, you can.”

      “Teela is a guest. Teela is not present. If she wishes to share that information with you, she will.”

      “She won’t!”

      “Then perhaps there is a reason for that.”

      “Yes—she thinks I can’t do anything. She still thinks I’m helpless—”

      “She does not think of you as helpless. She has told you so. It is hard for her to make that adjustment, but given your age when she first met you, you must be able to understand that.”

      “She treats me as if—”

      “You are mortal. You are not Barrani. You are not a Dragon. You do not, objectively, have her power. Even were she not trained to the arcane, even were she entirely without magic or magical weapons, you would stand very little chance against her. Her enemies, at the moment, are not mortal.” Helen frowned. “Or perhaps some of them are; I find the politics of your cities confusing at times.”

      “Welcome to my life.” Kaylin looked down at her hands. They were fists. “Bellusdeo thinks Teela might resign.” Kaylin spoke the last word as if it were suicide. Or worse, somehow.

      “And Bellusdeo is speaking as a former ruler and an observer of Barrani, admittedly in a more martial context. She is not speaking with any certainty.”

      “No, she can’t. But you could.”

      “No, Kaylin, I can’t. Were I an entirely different building,” she added, “you could force that information from me, and I would have no choice but to give it to you.”

      “...That’s unfair.”

      “Yes, dear. But it is also fact. Teela is your friend.”

      “And you’re my home!”

      “Yes. But I do not think friendship is best served by using that home as a spy.”

      Kaylin flushed.

      “You are tired and hungry. I think this is possibly one of the only times I’ve seen you refuse food.” It was true. Kaylin could eat anything, at any time, because some of her instincts were still those of a starving, underfed street kid. You didn’t turn your nose up at food when there was never any guarantee of another meal. “In the morning, or perhaps even after you’ve eaten, I think you will see things more clearly.”

      She is correct.

      Kaylin bit back the urge to tell Lord Nightshade to do something anatomically impossible. And then glared at the Avatar of her house. Helen had fairly granular control of incoming communication; if Nightshade was speaking to her, it was because Helen let him. Yes, he was speaking to her because she knew his True Name—but Helen had proven that she could limit or curtail the connection.

      Her house smiled gently.

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