"Any problems?" Jerreff asked.
"No, there was a Jollmic ship in port. We got a nice burning glass for him. Quintana, isn't it your watch tonight?"
"I traded."
"Traded with who?"
"Well, actually-"
"He paid Peacevoice Waterman extra," Qirinty said. He produced a grapefruit from thin air and inspected it.
Samorty shook his head sadly. "Bad practice," he said.
Quintana laughed. He was round and pudgy and looked very contented on his couch. "What can it hurt? Samorty, you may like parading around all night in armor, but I don't! If there's need, I'll turn out-"
"If there's need, the watchmen will be taking orders from Waterman, not you," Samorty said.
"Not to mention that Waterman will get any loot they find," Jerreff said dryly.
"You worry too much, Samorty," Rawanda said. "You think the city will fall if you don't hold it up-"
Samorty laughed thinly. "It fell once. To us! But peace. It won't fall tonight. More wine?" He poured from a pitcher on the table.
Shanda stirred and whispered, "That's you they're talking about."
"Sneaker?"
"No, the Lordkin!"
Whandall nodded. His family, street, city, in the hands of these dithering, bickering Lords... . Was he too young to be sold onto some foreign ship? For an instant the idea was indecently attractive...
"Yangin-Atep's still asleep," Quintana said. "Watchmen told me there were three fires over in the benighted areas."
"I didn't hear about any fires. Have trouble?"
"Just brush fires. The kinless must have put them out."
"I his time," Samorty muttered. "What I worry about is when the Lord-kin won't let the kinless put out the fires."
"Yangin-Atep protects houses," Quintana said.
"But not brush. Suppose all the chaparral burned at once?" Jerreff asked. "Would that wake Yangin-Atep? Half the city could burn if Yangin-Atep wakes while the hills are burning!"
"Now that would be something to worry about," Rowena said.
"Sure would. You're too young to remember the last time," Samorty said. "I was only ten or so myself."
"We don't know what wakes the god," Qirinty's wife said.
"Sure we do. Hot weather. No rain. That hot, dry wind from the east," Qirinty said.
"Sometimes." Samorty sounded doubtful. "I grant you that's usually what things are like when the Burning starts. But not always."
"Get us some rain and things will be all right." Qirinty toyed nervously with a salt shaker, then caused it to whirl about.
"Sure," Rowena said.
"If we can't get rain, maybe we ought to do something else," Qirinty said carefully. He put the salt shaker down.
"What?"
"Finish the aqueduct. Get more water into the benighted areas-"
"Be real," Samorty said. "That's no easier than getting rain!"
"They have a new aqueduct in South Cape," Quintana said. "One of the ship captains told me."
"Sure, and they have wizards in South Cape," Qirinty said. "And dragon bones for manna. We don't. But we could still build the aqueduct-"
"There's no money," Samorty said.
"Raise taxes."
"We just raised taxes," Jerreff said. "You can't squeeze the kinless much more."
"Borrow the money. We have to do something! If there's another Burning it will cost even more to rebuild and we'll still have to finish the aqueduct." At the word still, Qirinty made a dagger vanish. From his vantage above, Whandall saw how he did it. He might have learned it from a pickpocket. "Doesn't Nico owe us?"
"Sure he does, and maybe he can talk his masons into working with him as a favor, but it would still take two hundred laborers to finish that job. They'd all have to be fed."
"I suppose," Qirinty said sadly.
"Maybe we can talk the Lordkin into finishing the aqueduct." Rowena laughed sourly. "Alter all, they're the ones who need it."
"Yeah, sure," Quintana said. He poured himself another glass of wine. "But Qirinty's right. We should do something .. ."
Lord Quintana's wife was slim and long, with sculpted hair. She'd arranged herself on the couch so that everyone would see her legs and painted toenails, and she seldom spoke. "I don't see why everyone worries so much about the Lordkin," she said. "We don't need them. What do we care what they do?"
Quintana ignored her.
"No, I mean really," she said. There was a hard edge to her voice. "They need the aqueduct, but they won't work on it. The very idea that they might makes us laugh."
"And when Yangin-Atep wakes and they burn the city?" Samorty said gently. He liked Lady Siresee.
"Kill them."
"Not easy," Qirinty laughed. "There are a lot of them, and after all they won last time."
"Squeeze the kinless much harder and you'll get another war," Jerreff said. "Some of them are getting desperate."
"Yes," Samorty said. "But they'd really be in bad shape after a Burning."
"There are stories," Jerreff said. "Whole city burned down. Even our town."
"Where did you hear that?" Samorty asked.
"At the Memory Guild. Yangin-Atep used to be more powerful," Jerreff said. "He could seize everyone, Lordkin and Lords too. Burnings were really bad in those days. Didn't your father tell you that, Samorty?"
"Yangin-Atep has no power in here." Samorty waved at the sculpted gardens and too-perfect houses. "And damned little in town."
"Sure, and you know why," Qirinty said. "We can fence him out, but we can't control him."
"Gods have gone mythical," Jerreff said.
"Don't be a fool," Samorty said. "You heard what Morth said. And suppose we could send Yangin-Atep into myth-what happens then?"
"No more Burnings," Jerreff said.
"At what cost?"
"I don't know," Qirinty said.
"Neither do I, and that's the point," Samorty said. "Right now we've got things under control-"
"Sort of," Jerreff said.
"Enough." Samorty clapped his hands. The kinless servants brought in new trays of mugs. "We have a performance tonight."
"Oh, what?" Qirinty's wife asked.
"Jispomnos."
"No, no, that's long," Quintana said.
"Not all of it-scenes from part one," Rawanda said. "Nobody does the whole thing."
"Even so," Quintana said. "I'll be back.. ." He went off toward the small room under the stairs.
Chapter 7
Performance was a way of telling a story. Several people acted out lives that weren't theirs, on a platform with moveable furniture. A man with a booming voice spoke as storyteller. Whandall had never seen anything like it.
The performance was long, and Whandall didn't understand a lot of the words. Jispomnos had beaten his woman, had tracked her down after she lied from him, had killed her and the man he found with her. Whandall understood that well enough. Whandall's uncle Napthefit had killed Aunt Ralloop when he found her with a Water Devil. He'd tried to kill the man too, but the Water Devil had run to his kin.
But Jispomnos's woman was kinless!
The killing wasn't shown.
Guards took Jispomnos away. He walked away when they turned their backs. The guards chased Jispomnos around and around the stage in excruciating slow motion and all sang in a harmony that Whandall found beautiful, but they sang so slowly!-in time to somnolent music that ran on forever....