“Void it,” Mirage cursed softly, and Miryo jumped. “I should be sent back to Silverfire to be retrained. I bloody forgot to keep the paper with me when I came after you.”
Miryo felt dead. “So we don’t have any way to contact Ashin.” The desire to try the spell herself welled up inside her, and she gagged. Mirage didn’t seem to notice.
“I’ll go find Wisp this afternoon and get her to send a bird to Silverfire, for Eclipse when he gets there. That way he can tell Ashin, if he hasn’t thought of it already. It’s not perfect, but it’s the best we can manage.”
Miryo shrugged. If she had hoped to conceal her apathy from Mirage, though, she was disappointed. Her doppelganger gave her a sharp look. “What’s bothering you?”
What do you think? Miryo couldn’t bring herself to say it.
Mirage guessed anyway. “The Cousins.”
Miryo stood and walked two steps to the wall of her cell. They were not supposed to be in here together, talking, but it was an hour for private meditation, when they were unlikely to be interrupted, and they were keeping their voices low. “I can’t be as calm about it as you can.”
She half expected her doppelganger to be unsympathetic; how many lives had Mirage taken? A few Cousins were nothing, especially in their situation. But Mirage nodded. “No, I understand. Believe it or not, I still dream about the first man I killed.” Miryo looked at her in surprise, and Mirage shrugged. “The rest don’t bother me as much—Wraith, for example—but the first one does. I didn’t even know his name.” Her eyes dropped to her boots, and she sighed. “You can tell yourself that it was self-defense, and that will help. A little. If you hadn’t cast that spell, getting you out of there would have been a lot more difficult. And odds are good I would have had to kill those Cousins anyway.”
At least it would have been you, and not me.
She was well aware that she had once been at least superficially prepared to kill her doppelganger. Questions of self-defense and so on had bothered her, but she had thought she had come to terms with them. It had been easier then, though. She had seen Mirage not as a person, but as an obstacle to be eliminated.
That was the problem. Tsue had been a person. And so had the other Cousins, even though she hadn’t known their names.
Mirage stood and laid one hand on her shoulder. “I know it’s hard. And nothing I can say is going to make it any easier for you. But please, before you beat yourself up over it, remember that it was self-defense. And defense of the other doppelgangers and their witches, whose lives are also at stake.”
Then she slipped out the door and left Miryo to her thoughts.
Wisp would eviscerate Mirage if she kept breaking contact protocol, so she had to jump through the usual series of hoops, though a different set from those she’d used the last time she was in Angrim.
At least it gave her something to do. Getting out of the temple and back into it without being identified or trailed by Thornblood people let her feel that she was accomplishing something useful, instead of sitting in her cell, waiting for—
For what? A miracle?
They were no closer to finding an answer than they had been when they faced off with knives in a hallway here in Angrim. With the Primes pressing them, they had no leisure to think, to experiment. They just kept on having to move, constantly running to stay alive.
Mirage kicked herself mentally. You’re not running now. You’re sitting in a temple. Complain about having to sit still, or complain about not having time to sit and think, but for the Warrior’s sake, don’t do both at once. Idiot.
And one task was even more important than figuring out the answer to the doppelganger problem. Not more important in the long term, but more important in the short term, because without it, they weren’t going to accomplish a damn thing, whether they were hiding in a temple, racing along a road, or sitting in a library with all the collected knowledge of the world available for their use.
She had to get Miryo back on her feet.
Miryo’s sleep that night could barely be called sleep. It was a shallow doze plagued by horrific memories: breaking her neck at the stream, hearing Satomi condemn her, killing Tsue and the other Cousins.
She lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, wishing she dared climb up on the temple roof. It had always been her instinct, when she wanted to think something through. Was it some spillover from Mirage’s Hunter training? No, because it went back further than that; she’d been climbing roofs since her double was a Temple Dancer.
She went up there because it brought her closer to the stars, the eyes of the Goddess.
And yet, was under the eyes of the Goddess where she really wanted to be right now, with the blood of the Cousins on her hands?
Miryo pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes and rolled over in her narrow, hard bed. No. Not the roof. Not with her memories of the last time she’d been on a roof.
Instead, she pulled on her robe and went into the hallway.
She was not the only person awake; the hermits under a vow of silence sometimes walked the corridors or the gardens as a form of moving meditation. She passed by two others, whether men or women she could not tell, making no acknowledgment of their presence, as they did not acknowledge her. They walked in their own minds with the Goddess.
Miryo envied them.
Low came and went, and still she walked. It had been at least an hour, as near as she could judge it, since any other priestesses had gone by. She was alone in the halls of the temple.
Then she turned a corner and found someone else there.
The hooded figure paced forward steadily, but, unlike the others, stopped instead of passing her. “I take it you can’t sleep.”
Miryo swallowed, trying to slow her pounding heart, and said, “Not really.”
Mirage tipped her head up enough to peer out from under the hood. “I figured as much. Nightmares?”
Miryo glanced away, unable to meet her double’s gaze.
“Of course nightmares.” Mirage held out her hand. “Come with me.”
Miryo looked at the hand for a long moment, pale and barely visible in the dim light of the hall. She wondered where her doppelganger wanted to lead her, and almost asked.
Instead she took Mirage’s hand, and followed her silently through the corridors of the temple.
Mirage felt Miryo tense the minute they passed through the archway into the pentagonal sanctuary of the temple. Moonlight spilled through the opening in the center of the roof, creating a silver island in the center of the floor. Along the walls, the five figures of the Goddess stood in shadow.
“I know you don’t want to be here,” Mirage said quietly, before Miryo could speak. “You’re not a devotee of the Warrior. You feel like having blood on your hands means you don’t belong in a place like this. But that’s exactly why you should come.” She turned and faced her double, saw the stricken expression on Miryo’s face. “We haven’t prayed since the ambush. I won’t say we need to; this isn’t about obligation. But I want to, and I think you do, too. Even though you’re telling yourself you don’t.”
Miryo stood motionless for several heartbeats, looking almost like a statue herself. Then she nodded, slowly, stiffly. “Yes.” She hesitated. “Thank you.”
They made a circuit of the sanctuary. Mirage bowed to each of the five Aspects, while Miryo touched her heart. The moonlight reflecting off the floor of the temple cast the faintest of glows onto each statue, so their faces were just discernible in the darkness.
Then Mirage spoke again. “Do you want to pray to any one of them, or all together?”
She could see Miryo thinking it over. “All five.”
Including the Warrior. Mirage nodded, and the two of them together went into the center of the sanctuary, where they knelt, pulled their hoods forward, and began to pray in silence.