Grey Sister. Mark Lawrence

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      ‘The emperor’s sisters have standing invitations to visit the convent any time they like,’ Abbess Glass said. ‘I would be delighted to discuss this matter in person with Sherzal.’

      Irvone forced a smile and spread his hands. ‘I fear the honourable Sherzal is uncertain about the nature of her welcome after the wild slanders spread at court at the time of the convent’s … unfortunate loss.’

      ‘Certainly she would be still more welcome if she came visiting with the shipheart that was stolen from us. But we’re hardly likely to take the emperor’s sister prisoner or raise our hands against her, are we, Irvone? We are brides of the Ancestor, pledged to peace.’ She gestured at the stern faces around the table. Sister Tallow in particular looked no more than a blink from killing someone.

      Irvone glanced around the seated nuns with a nervous frown. ‘That’s as maybe, abbess. However, Sherzal is within her rights to demand the return of her child.’

      ‘Her ward,’ Abbess Glass corrected.

      ‘Adopted child.’

      ‘Adopted in absentia? She was her ward when she arrived.’

      ‘A recent development,’ the judge acknowledged. ‘But entirely legal. Zole is Sherzal’s heir. Trained in her palace for some years before being entrusted into your care until such time—’

      ‘Until such time as I see fit to discharge her from her pledge of service.’

      ‘Until such time as Sherzal, Zole’s parent and guardian, calls for her return.’ Irvone turned to his assistant who already had the uppermost of his books open at a ribbon-marked page.

      ‘Yes. Yes.’ Abbess Glass waved the matter aside. ‘Again, Irvone, you come to us with a matter properly covered by Church law. Sherzal should take any concerns she may have to High Priest Nevis and they will be dealt with through the correct ecclesiastical channels.’

      ‘It’s a bad time to be imposing Church law over secular law, abbess.’ The judge shrugged within his robe.

      ‘One is not imposed over the other, judge.’ Abbess Glass reached for her water again, mouth dry. Irvone Galamsis might be greedy and lacking morals, but he wasn’t stupid. After three years of narrowing, the Corridor ran with rumours of fresh wars. When the ice advanced something else had to give. Such times were poor ones to remind an emperor that some of the empire’s most deadly resources were not his to control but must be lent to his purpose through the goodwill of the Church. ‘Each law has its own domain where it applies without challenge from the other.’

      ‘Reaching for Church law can get your fingers burned …’ The judge let his eyes linger on Abbess Glass’s right hand. ‘In any event, I had the idea that under Church law the issue of family rights versus convent authority over novices was somewhat vexed. Is that territory you really wish to wander into?’

      ‘Was there anything else, judge?’

      Judge Irvone sat back in his chair, impassive save for a hard gleam in his eyes. ‘The honourable Sherzal was most insistent that Zole not go on the ice in any of the exercises your novices may undertake. I’m sure we can all agree on that. After all, none of us wish to lose the child.’

      The abbess glanced at Zole who had stood so impassive and immobile that it took an effort to remember she was there at all. ‘Sherzal told us that Zole was the only survivor from the town of Ytis on the empire’s border with Scithrowl. Why would she be in any particular danger on the ice?’

      The judge narrowed his eyes. ‘She spent her early years on the ice and unfortunately spent considerable time in the company of the criminal, Yisht, who stole the Sweet Mercy shipheart. It is possible she might wish to return to her parents’ tribe on the ice or to seek Yisht’s tribe out of some misplaced affection for the fugitive.’ He turned in his chair to face Zole. ‘I’m sure you’d like to swap your habit for something a bit more fashionable and join Sherzal at her palace, wouldn’t you? There’s a grand party coming up. She has exciting plans and wants you to be part of them!’

      Zole regarded the judge without expression. ‘There are many things here I have yet to learn.’

      ‘But Sherzal has teachers for you, child! Safira is waiting to resume your weapons training, and Sherzal can call upon instructors from the Academy itself!’

      ‘I will ask the abbess for guidance,’ Zole said.

      ‘And I will give it.’ Glass hid her surprise and placed both hands flat upon the table. ‘Now, have you any more business to discuss, Irvone?’

      The judge shook his head in resignation. ‘This is a poor decision, abbess.’

      ‘Even so.’

      And with that push Abbess Glass set a new game in play, one domino falling into the next. So many pieces to fall, so many chances to fail. No one but her understood the game yet, but that didn’t mean she would win it. A thrill of fear ran through her. But the ice pressed in on both sides and somewhere high above them the moon continued its fall. It was time to move.

       6

      Nona lay awake her second night in the Mystic dormitory thinking she would never sleep. Joeli had retired to her cluster of friends and then to bed with nothing but hard looks thrown in Nona’s direction. Even so, when the lamps were extinguished Nona curled beneath her blankets wondering if there and then in the darkness the girl was picking at the jumble of her thoughts, seeking loose threads on which to pull.

      However long Nona tossed and turned before her dreams took her it was not long enough to see Zole return. In the morning the ice-triber rose early and was leaving the room as Nona threw back her covers.

      Nona finally trapped her at breakfast, taking her seat next to Zole who sat, head lowered, eating with her usual dedication as if it were a chore to be accomplished as swiftly as possible. Nona picked up her fork, glancing at the heaped and steaming bowls lined along the middle of the table. ‘You didn’t see me.’ She kept her voice low, leaning towards Zole. ‘In blade-path you didn’t see what happened.’

      ‘No.’

      ‘But you told the convent table that you did …’

      ‘No.’

      ‘But you said—’

      ‘I told them you didn’t strangle the girl.’

      ‘But you didn’t see …’

      ‘Are you given to lying?’ Zole looked up from her porridge.

      ‘No …’

      ‘The abbess says words are steps along a path – the important thing is to get where you’re going.’ Zole shrugged and returned to her porridge.

      Nona hesitated then spoke. ‘Is this because I saved your life when Raymel …’

      Zole swallowed. ‘My life was only in danger because of your actions.’

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