Her independent assault on Arnhand, prolonged and unexpectedly successful, had convinced her that she was the law, with no need to answer to anyone.
The flesh of Bernardin’s arms began to wriggle and knot. The fish things surfaced. Their flat eyes fixed on the Widow. And Kedle understood she had come into a narrow place.
She knew who had gifted Bernardin with those deadly fetches. She understood that their coming to life meant that Hope was not pleased. She could expect a visit from the Instrumentality, to remind her that she was a lesser mover in the Night’s great schemes.
She was not ready to reject the love of the Night.
* * *
The Widow spent three days in Antieux, recuperating. She should have stayed longer. Her bones still ached. She, the Vindicated, and their animals had been stressed for a long time. The fighters needed to rediscover their human side. But the Widow remained driven. She could not stay still.
The column that left for Khaurene was a third of what had come home from Arnhand. Kedle fumed but those standing down had the right.
Some rest came at Castreresone, where the entire population wanted to see the captives. The Castreresonese were less cruel than the folk of Antieux but their attitudes were hostile, especially toward Anne of Menand.
That woman no longer maintained her proud defiance. The abuse, the overwhelming hatred, had broken her. Serenity endured his captivity more successfully. He gave himself up completely to his hatred. He shouted threats. He spewed excommunications. Those who heard mocked him. He would die as cruelly as any Seeker whom he had sent ahead of him.
The Widow passed six days camped below the White City. Then, able to endure the pain again, she moved on. Near Homodel, where a battle had taken place during the Captain-General’s incursion into the Connec, the Vindicated encountered a mob determined to rescue Serenity. They outnumbered the Vindicated substantially but the Widow knew that they were waiting.
She could have avoided the fight. She chose extermination instead.
Serenity’s friends did reach the cages. They did release him and his sponsor but Kedle kept them contained. The fire of four falcons eventually convinced the rest to surrender. Afterward, Anne and Serenity were forced to watch their executions.
Kedle rested a day, upwind of the carnage, then resumed travel.
Serenity abandoned threats in favor of prayer.
Kedle’s bones continued to ache but she would not stop moving.
Lady Hope came in the night, with the Vindicated camped a day from Khaurene. She soothed the Widow’s pains. “Darling Kedle, once thee reacheth this city thee must surrender to thy flesh. Thee must allow thyself to heal.”
As ever, Kedle felt argumentative. But she could find no point from which to start.
Hope said, “There is naught more thee needs must do. The Connec is safe. Its enemies have been brought low. Kedle Richeut can go back to being the mother of her children.”
Kedle nodded reluctantly. She had known that since Mestlé. The Widow and Kingslayer were needed no more. There were no more enemies. Anselin would make no claims on the Connec. He had his own kingdom to tame and, in the longer term, his ambition was to lead another army into the Holy Lands. He remained nostalgic for those bitter reaches.
“I’ll be the Kedle Richeut that I have to be. I’m not sure God made me to be a mother, though.”
“Yet thee hath children.”
“I confess to being extremely fond of the act which occasionally results in children.”
“Though thee hated thy husband?”
“He had one saving grace.”
They stared at one another briefly. The Instrumentality said, “Permit thyself to heal, Kedle Richeut. If necessary, I will put thee into a coma for the time it takes.”
“Thou art too cruel.” Teasing.
“I am. I love thee too well to let thee harm thyself.”
“I surrender.” She paused a moment. “Tonight is the last night I’ll have before I have to go back to being plain old Kedle Richeut.”
Hope considered briefly. “I dare not, love. I have to be seen elsewhere tonight. I’m late already.” She kissed the Widow on the forehead, then vanished. Normal night noises returned. Kedle had not noted their absence.
She did not fall asleep quickly. She brooded. Why could she not be excited? Her children and parents awaited, just miles away, but only the chance to see Socia again really moved her.
31. Brothe: Domestica
The six materialized in Anna Mozilla’s drawing room. Red-faced, Titus broke away from the pack. Hecht was too distracted to notice. He felt as though he had visited several new realities while cutting the chord. He did not know why. All memory of the transition fled the moment he returned to the middle world.
Neither Heris nor Cloven Februaren were distracted, though. Heris snapped, “Girls!”
Vali asked, “What?” Lila just frowned.
The old man snapped, “You know better!”
Titus gasped, “It wasn’t them. It was me. I was thinking about Noë.” Consent’s erection was blatantly obvious, though he tried to conceal it. He had been pressed against Lila during the transition.
Hecht growled, “Enough. Forget it. Anna! Where is Anna? Shouldn’t she be here?”
Lila said, “She’s probably at Noë’s house. She helps Noë wrangle the boys. Noë can’t always control them.”
Titus had his composure back. “I’d better go.” He gave Lila an uncertain look, like he ought to apologize for something, decided it was best to let it go.
Hecht said, “Yes. If she’s there, tell her I’m here. If she cares.”
Titus left like he was fleeing from rather than running to.
Hecht eyed Vali and Lila. Both were having trouble keeping straight faces. “Double Great, I’m thinking you and Grandfather have failed to apply the switch to these two often enough. Girls, don’t do that to Titus.”
“We didn’t do anything!” Lila protested.
“I know. But you didn’t let it go once it happened. Let’s forget it, now. All of us.” Because Heris was puffing up, getting ready to preach about taunting the weaker sex.
“All right,” Heris said. “Double Great, it’s time you and me got back to work.”
Blink. Blink.
Hecht was alone with his daughters. He had no idea what to say.
Lila said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t … Titus was … I don’t know!” She blushed ferociously.
“I said leave it. It happens.”
* * *
Anna arrived so fast she must have run. “What the hell are you doing here, Piper?”
He looked at the girls. “You didn’t tell her?”
Vali said, “We thought it would be a neat surprise.”
“I was about to start off for the Holy Lands. I wanted to see you before I left. Misfortune might be waiting out there. I could fall off my horse and drown crossing a river. A fever could get me. You’re important to me. I couldn’t let fate have its way before I saw you again. I can go away if that’s what you want.”
“Don’t be an idiot. You girls will be sorry you didn’t warn me. Piper, you know…”
“I know. I can’t help it. I spend all my time being the Grand Duke of Arnmigal and Commander of the Righteous. It’s hard to be Piper Hecht when I’m not on stage.”
“How about that, girls? I’m the mistress of a duke.”
Hecht felt a twinge of guilt. He was the leman of an empress.
The dalliance with Helspeth gnawed at him, though Anna never expected him to be faithful. Nor did he expect that of her, really, though his expectation was founded on a certainty that Anna Mozilla would not let herself be driven by her appetites.
Why did he feel guilty? He was doing nothing not done by a million other men, every single day.
Anna said, “I’ll deal with these girls later. You’re here now. We’ll do what we always do and enjoy the time we have.” She chuckled. “No doubt Titus has Noë pregnant again by now.”