“Sorry. It hurts.”
“It should. You’ve hurt your hands badly.”
Keles tried to laugh, but a wave of exhaustion killed it prematurely. “Funny that I can change people the way I did and not heal my own hands.”
“Why is it funny that you cannot do things for which you have no gift or training?” She washed his hand, removing dirt and crusted blood, which gave Keles a better look at how much damage he’d done than he’d wanted. “We all are what we are, Keles. Change is not easy.”
“But I’ve changed, and I don’t even know how or why.”
The Keru glanced back down into the courtyard. “You’re looking at why, Keles. You changed so they could live.”
“So everyone could live. Them. You. Jasai. Rekarafi.”
“I am corrected.” She lowered his right hand into the water and began to work on his left. “There are things for which I have no training, no gift.”
“You seem pretty gifted to me, Tyressa.”
She stopped and looked in his eyes. “What you said to me the other day…”
Keles shook his head. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m all grown-up, but sometimes the dreams of youth remain.”
“That’s not what you said.”
“Ouch.” Keles winced. “Maybe that’s what I should have said. That’s what you heard.”
“That’s not what I heard. What I heard was something for which I have no gift or training. I’ve been Keru for years, and dreamed of being one for longer. And you know I’ve dreamed of my people finding a way to escape the trap of being a captive nation. These are all things that are outside myself. They are things for which I am willing to fight and willing to die.”
“I understand that.”
“Then understand this: these things have precluded me considering other things. I set other things aside. Desires. Feelings.” She glanced down at his hand. “When you spoke to me, I couldn’t…”
She sighed heavily and her shoulders slumped a bit. “When you have so long been a warrior, anything you are not prepared to deal with is seen as an attack. I parry. I riposte. I elude and disengage.”
“You thought I was attacking you?”
“Not attack, no, but I felt ambushed.”
Keles nodded slowly. “I guess that makes sense. So what you said about Jasai having feelings for me, that’s not true?”
Tyressa lowered his left hand into the water again. “It is true, Keles. She loves you and will do everything she can to hide it, because she believes I love you.”
“Do you?”
“It’s not something I have a gift or training for.”
Keles pulled his hands from the water and gingerly crossed his arms against his chest. “You still see it as an attack, don’t you?”
“There are nine hundred ninety-nine reasons you should love her, Keles. She would make you a good wife.”
“She’s got a husband.” Keles laughed. “Right now, he has better hands than I do.”
“Loving you is not part of my mission.”
His eyes narrowed. “But will it stop you from doing that mission?”
“It already has.”
“What?”
Tyressa’s chin came up. “If I had done what Prince Cyron ordered me to do, you’d already be dead.”
Chapter Sixty
4th day, Month of the Hawk, Year of the Rat
Last Year of Imperial Prince Cyron’s Court
163rd Year of the Komyr Dynasty
737th year since the Cataclysm
Kunjiqui, Anturasixan
Anger gathered on Nelesquin’s forehead the way thunderclouds hovered on the northwestern horizon. Nirati knew he didn’t see her, for his face would brighten when he did. It always did, and that made her happy. She didn’t like seeing him angry; it frightened her.
Nelesquin studied his scrying stones. The black and white stones had fallen into a pattern she did not recognize. The black ones had clumped together. A smaller bunch of white stones had also come together, but the significance of these things eluded her.
“What troubles you, beloved?”
The dark man’s head came up, and his smile blossomed almost too quickly. “Not so much troubled as confused, my dear. I fear there have been some setbacks, and I am frustrated that I had no real chance to prevent them.”
“But you would have if you could?”
“Of course.” He pointed to the gathered black stones. “We suffered a reversal in Erumvirine. I believe Gachin Dost exceeded his orders and suffered as a result. He may even be dead.”
Nirati remembered the blue-skinned Durrani leader. “I am sorry to hear that.”
“It is a pity, though it will give Nimchin an opportunity. Gachin was a good leader, but Nimchin is more adaptable. Supplied with the tokens of appreciation I have aboard ship to thank them, he will find a way to excel in my service.”
Nelesquin gathered the stones up and slipped them into the leather pouch. He stood, then extended his right hand to her. She took it and they began to hike over the hill to the harbor where the Crown Bear waited. It sat in the harbor like a mother goose, surrounded by countless goslings all ready to sail northwest to Erumvirine.
Nirati hesitated, her breath frozen in her lungs. So many ships. Each one brimmed with soldiers and machines of war; nothing could stand before his forces. She realized that it was petty of her that she had not been overly concerned with what he was doing when his focus was Erumvirine, but now that his forces would range north and attack Nalenyr, her stomach began to knot. She could see Moriande crushed.
Mother is there in Anturasikun, and perhaps Keles and Jorim, too. And Uncle Ulan and my cousins. Just as there would be no defeating Nelesquin’s Durrani, there would be no stopping this invasion. Even if she were able to deflect him into the Five Princes first, he would reestablish the Empire and any who would stand in his way would be destroyed.
It suddenly occurred to her that she would be included in that number.
Nelesquin smiled grandly, posting fists on his hips. “Never has their been such a fleet. Not even the fleet that brought the first True Bloods, nor Taichun’s fleet, can rival mine. They knew success with less, and were lesser men. How can we not succeed?”
Nirati smiled. “The question is not worthy of asking, beloved, for there is no answer.”
He leaned down and kissed her softly. “You will be my empress, Nirati, my only wife. We will make this empire greater than any that has gone before. Certainly greater than Taichun’s. It shall rival the Viruk Empire and even exceed it. Your face shall be on coins coveted from here to Aefret and beyond. Countless throngs will bow to you and worship you.”
“Will I be an empress or a goddess?”
“Either or both, and deserving of worship regardless.” He laughed aloud and the sound echoed from the hills. “Come, it is time we board the ship.”
They walked hand in hand to the shoreline, then out along a wharf next to which the Crown Bear was moored. The ship, with its nine tall masts, hid the far headland and seemed to be a world all by itself.
He turned and smiled, grasping her left hand in both of his. “Come, Nirati, we will sail to our new empire and the adoration to which we are due.”
She smiled and stepped after him, then stopped abruptly as if she’d slammed into a wall. Her hand slipped from his grasp and she rebounded from the collision. She fell back hard.
She raised her left hand to her face and touched her upper lip. Her hand came away wet and red, but she didn’t feel like she’d bumped her nose.
Nelesquin stared for a moment, then knelt by her side. “What’s the matter, beloved?”
“I don’t know.”
He scooped her into his arms and started toward the ship. Her left shoulder hit an invisible barrier and they both bounced back. Nelesquin turned, walking sideways, but her toes jammed into the unseen wall.
He stepped back and set her down again, then passed through the barrier without difficulty. “I don’t understand.”