After a moment she turned from him with a sound of disgust and began working on Suliana. She gave the mute woman sleep, then silently worked over her for nearly an hour. Meanwhile, Teray reached down to the kitchen and ordered a large meal for Suliana. The healed usually needed food as soon as possible after their healing, since healers drew on the energy and nutrients of their patients’ bodies to heal them. The food came as Amber was finishing, and the mute who brought it looked at Suliana sadly and murmured, “Again?”
As he left the room, Teray delved into his thoughts. It was time he found out what everyone else apparently already knew.
Suliana, he learned, was kept as the private property of an outsider named Jason. Two years before, Coransee had forced Jason into his House when Jason left the school with his wife. Later, Coransee had traded the wife to another House. Unfortunately for Suliana, she looked very much like Jason’s wife. Thus, he had taken possession of her. Even more unfortunately for Suliana, she was not Jason’s wife. Thus, periodically, in perverted anger and frustration, Jason beat the mute woman almost to death.
“Did you get it all?” asked Amber.
Teray realized that she had finished and was looking at him. “I got what that kitchen mute knew, anyway.”
“And you didn’t know anything about it?”
“Not consciously. I see now that I have knowledge of it from Jackman, though. And I see that it’s been going on because Jackman was too frightened of Jason to go to Coransee about it.”
“Your name is Teray, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Teray, what the goddamn hell have you been doing for the past few weeks?”
Somehow, Teray held on to his temper. “You’ve made your point,” he said quietly. “Now drop it.”
“Why?” Her voice was dryly mocking. “Are you ashamed? Good. If you can feel ashamed, I guess there’s some hope for you. What are you going to do?”
He took a deep breath. No doubt he deserved her sarcasm. Or someone’s. “I’ll see that Jason never gets his hands on her againor on any other mute. And I’ll warn Coransee in case Jason finds a Patternist woman weak enough for him to abuse.”
“All right. What else?”
Teray sat down and looked up at her. “I’m going to listen while you tell me about the other cases of this sort of thing that you’ve had to treat. Then when I’ve heard them all, I’m going to take a chance and pass the word that anyone who abuses my mutes will have me to deal with.”
Amber frowned. “That’s not taking a chance. That’s your job. The only reason Jackman didn’t do it was because he didn’t have the strength to enforce itor, as you said, the courage to go to Coransee.”
“For me, it’s taking a chance. You’ll have to take my word for that.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “In trouble with Coransee already, eh? I see. Well, I can’t help there, but if you find that you need help with any of the others, you can call on me. I know you’re strong, but you take away their fun, and they might not come at you one at a time.”
She was abrupt and confusing. Teray couldn’t decide whether to like her, tolerate her, or hate her. He was startled to realize that it was still possible for him to like her. He shook his head and smiled briefly. “Amber, why the hell haven’t you gone out and started your own House?”
“I will, sooner or later,” she said. “I just let Coransee sidetrack me for a while.”
He hadn’t asked the question seriously, hadn’t expected an answer. But the answer she had given intrigued him.
“Are you an apprentice?”
“No.”
“But you sounded seriousas though you intend to just walk away from Coransee’s House someday.”
“I walked in.”
“Voluntarily?”
“Yes. He didn’t have a healer and I didn’t have a place to stay while I healed myself of some serious wounds the Clayarks had given me. I had just come down from Karston Sector. Then Coransee and I realized how well we got along, and I’ve been here ever since. But I’m not one of his wives, Teray, I’m an independent.”
He had heard of such peopleHouseless wanderers, usually possessing some valued skill that made them welcome at the various sectors. And possessing strength enough to make holding on to them not worth Housemasters’ trouble.
“I didn’t know there were any more independents. As bad as the Clayarks are now…”
“We’re still around. We just stay in one place longer than we used to. We’re still free people, though.”
“I hope I’m around the day you try to leave Coransee.”
“You probably will be. That time’s coming fast. You know, we’re supposed to be talking about mutes.”
Teray let himself be shifted back. “All right. Tell what you know about mute abuse here in the House.”
She turned and looked at Suliana. The mute woman seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Apparently Amber felt it more important that she rest than that she eat at once.
“Open,” said Amber. “I’ll give it to you all at once.”
He was not completely comfortable opening to her. After all, if she had chosen to stay with Coransee, she must have felt some loyalty to him. But then, what could she pick up from Teray that Coransee did not already know? What difference did it make? He opened.
What she handed him made him feel as though he had suddenly been dropped into a cesspool. He digested the list of atrocities weakly, revising his thinking. He had thought Jason an animal for what he had done to Suliana. Now he knew that alongside some others, Jason could qualify as the House humanitarian. No one actually killed mutes, but certain of the outsiders and women made a grotesque game of coming as close to killing them as they could. Having two mutes fight each other, for instance, until one of them was so mutilated and broken that he could no longer control his body enough to fight on. Privileges and possessions were wagered on these fights.
And there was a certain Patternist woman who had made an art form of controlling and changing the development of unborn mute children. Already she had created several misshapen monstrosities that had to be destroyed. She got away with what she did because infants and even older children, Patternist or mute, were considered expendable. Those who were defective in some irreparable way were routinely destroyed.
There was an outsider who had researched ancient methods of torture and made a hobby of trying them on mutes. Another outsider took sexual pleasure in stabbing a mute with a kitchen knife several times. And there was a woman who
…
Teray shielded wearily and shook his head. “Amber, has this been going on while I’ve been here?”
“Not much of it. People know you’re strong, and they’re cautious. And too, most people repair the damage after they’ve done itor they call me. But Jason had apparently decided that you’re not going to be any more of a problem than Jackman was.”
“How can Coransee let all this go on? He must know about some of it at least.”
Amber looked away. “He knows. I’ve told him often enough myself. He won’t let me do anything about it unless I give up my independence and settle here. I don’t think he’ll stop me, though, if all I do is help his muteherd avoid getting killed.”
“But doesn’t he care that his mutes are being tortured?”
“There’s only one thing he cares about right now. And even though I understand his problem, it’s driving me away from him.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You ought to know better than I do.” She looked at him curiously. “You’re his brother. Jackman told everybody that. Full brother. I wouldn’t be surprised to find you just like himsitting around waiting for Rayal to die so you can try to win the Pattern.”