Or Not, as the Case May Be Sivan and Tsen caught up with the gla.s.ship again halfway between the underside of the storm-dark and the desert sand. Sivan shot the sled inside and slammed the ramp shut behind them. "Down! Now! As quick as you can. Tsen drove the gla.s.ship down as fast as it would go. Dozens of men on linxia were riding across the desert, closing on them. As soon as the gondola touched the sand, Sivan opened the ramp.
"Out! Out! Get them out! he shouted, pushing at the eggs. His sword-slaves tried to lift them but they were too heavy. "Roll them! Dozens of riders were converging on the gondola. Sivan waved, urging them on. Four were pulling gold-gla.s.s sleds behind their linxia, each the right size for a dragons egg but dressed to look like a desert traders wagon. As each egg rolled out of the gondola, it was hauled up onto a sled. Sivan shouted at them to hurry. The first egg vanished on its sled into the darkness with twenty desert men riding beside it. The second and the third followed. Sivan drew out a knife as the desert men hauled the last egg onto its sled. He looked at Tsen and shook his head. He looked almost mournful.
"You knew this would come, TVarr.
Tsen looked at the knife. "Yes. I did. But why now? Why not just pitch me into the storm-dark from the back of your sled, shifter? Surely that would have been easier?
"I was still . . . hoping that it could be otherwise. But now it comes to it . . . He shook his head. "The earth-touched wont fall into the storm-dark with the rest and this gla.s.ship simply doesnt travel fast enough. Theyll find you and your eyes have seen too much.
Tsen nodded. "To be truthful, I never thought you would let either of us live beyond this moment, no matter what.
The shifter fingered his knife. "Im surprised at you, TVarr. I would have expected more . . . resistance. But I thank you for your help. We serve a greater purpose. I wish I could show you.
Tsen shrugged. "Im just an old fat tvarr what can I do? Oh, and there really isnt any need. I made contingencies before we left Vespinarr. He waited, unsure what would happen now. Whether he was about to live or die.
One of the desert men stabbed Sivan in the back. The shifter stumbled, turned and lunged but missed. All around, Sivans slaves were struck down.
"I . . . paid you . . . so much, he gasped. "We were going to . . . bring them . . . down.
"I got a better offer. The desert man took a spear from someone behind him and rammed it through Sivan, pinning him to the side of the gondola. Tsen watched the shifter fall, waiting for him to change his features and get up again, but he didnt.
"Baros Tsen TVarr? The desert man grabbed Tsen and looked him up and down. "You look like him.
Tsens middle finger tingled; it had for several hours now. "Chrias has my thanks. I appear to owe him a favour. I would like to go now.
"You come with us. The desert man pulled Tsen out into the cold night air. They took Kalaiya and left the rest of Sivans slaves with their blood draining into the sand and bemused expressions on their faces. They hadnt even had time to raise their blades.
Tsen sat with Kalaiya on the back of the sled, resting against the last dragon egg, as big and heavy as a horse, the sled skimming over the gentle rise and fall of the sand. In the desert near Cashax were dunes taller than the tallest tower in Khalishtor, as high as the cliffs of Xican, but here under the storm-dark the waves of sand fell away as if both they and the wind were afraid to come too close. Within the ring of the G.o.dspikes outer needles, the sand was like ripples on a calm sea.
Well, theres a thing. Another useless fact. Maybe you have a future as a teacher.
The riders scattered leaving a dozen different trails behind them. The sled sped on through the night, through the G.o.dspikes outer ring of spires to an outcrop of rock surrounded by tents. As the desert men approached and slowed, Tsen saw bodies with arrows in their backs. Closer in, he saw marks where others had already been dragged away. A pavilion rose beside the outcrop and a dozen soldiers were hurriedly pulling it down. Tsen saw a gap in the stones behind it and a darkness that was more than the dark of the desert night. A cave, he thought at first, but the walls were too smooth and straight.
"You. Off.
The desert men threw Tsen and Kalaiya onto the sand as the sled slowed and then eased it into the gaping darkness. In the starlight Tsen thought he saw a tunnel ending in a shaft, then the sled was inside it and the soldiers were putting the pavilion back together, hiding cave, sled and shaft all at once. Strong hostile arms hauled him to his feet and dragged him away. There were bodies in piles, pits being dug, men cursing and shouting for the work to be done faster. The desert men hurried Tsen into the largest tent where a thick fug of Xizic filled the air, stifling, almost choking. A man sat in the gloom, naked from the waist down with two slaves oiling his skin. A handful of dim lamps flickered around the tents edges, enough light to see shapes and outlines but no more. But then Tsen didnt need to see the mans face.
"Shrin Chrias Kwen. Tsen bowed. "From one servant of our sea lord to another, I greet you. Theyd been enemies not all that long ago and yes, theyd probably been set to kill each other to see who would follow QuaiShu as lord of Xican. But that was then, and now they were both hunted men with nooses waiting for their necks.
"Baros Tsen TVarr. The kwens voice was hoa.r.s.e and rasping. There was nothing friendly in his tone. Much more of a vengeful, gleeful, about-to-murder-you sort of voice, really. Tsen squirmed. He tried to remind himself what exactly it was he had to offer his old rival right now. Not much, that was for sure.
"Are you not well, Chrias? Be polite, tongue. For the love of the forbidden G.o.ds, be polite. Were in this together, like it or not. And Im still a sea lords tvarr.
"I got your message, TVarr. Are the Elemental Men not hunting you every bit as hard as they hunt me?
"Theyve taken my eyrie but they think Im dead.
"How convenient. Very soon theyll be right.
Tsen closed his eyes. Ah. Not that hed really expected better. This was what you got with kwens. Big stupid brutes all full of shouting and holding grudges. At least Kalaiya would be safe. Chrias wasnt mad like the shifter. Chrias was a pig and b.a.s.t.a.r.d, perhaps, but he had no reason to hurt Kalaiya, and wasnt that the point of it all? All hed ever wanted? "It was all Shonda. You know that, dont you? You must, by now.
"Shonda betrayed me at sea. Of course he did. Ships and navigators across the storm-dark and a long and happy life in glorious luxury. Ha! Chrias laughed. "There is one thing that might keep you alive a little while longer. Wheres the alchemist?
Tsen shrugged. "Still on the eyrie, I suppose. Wiped from existence on account of falling into the storm-dark along with everything else probably wasnt what Chrias wanted to hear. Best not to mention that part. Unless Chrias had seen enough to work it out for himself. There was always that . . .
Chrias eased himself to his feet. He moved slowly, stiff and awkward like an old man or one in a great deal of pain. The anger building around him was a slow and ma.s.sive thing. "Then what did you bring me, TVarr?
"Four dragon eggs.
"And?
Tsen held out his hands. "And me, Chrias. You have me. For what good that does either of us. But I will help you in anything that will expose Shonda for what he is. He closed his eyes, wondering why hed even bothered to say that. Maybe he could offer Chrias something even more appealing? Like a few handfuls of desert sand to add to his already impressive collection? Or perhaps a simple punch in the teeth . . .
"You? Shrin Chrias Kwen stooped to pick up a lamp and held it out in front of him. Tsen turned away so as not to be dazzled by the flame. "Look what she did to me, Tsen. Look what your rider-slave did!
At last they were close enough for Tsen finally to see the kwens face. His skin was scabbed and hard and flaking, split raw in places with dribbles of dried blood where wounds had wept. Kalaiya gasped, but Tsen had seen faces like this before, had seen them every day. The alchemists Scales with their Hatchling Disease. Chrias had the Statue Plague. Well yes, hed known that from the day the rider-slave had come back from Dhar Thosis, but not how bad it was, not how quickly it would take him without the alchemist to slow its course. He saw, and he knew that Chrias would kill him now, no matter what he said. Someone had to die, after all.
"Stick a part of you in a place where it wasnt wanted, did you, Chrias? he asked, just to make sure they couldnt possibly come to any agreement. It wasnt as if either of them deserved any better.
47.
A Hanging In the great list of all the crimes that would one day condemn her Zafir wondered where this would rank. Abduction of the most powerful of the Taiytakei sea lords. Branding him with the mark of his own slaves. Having a dragon dangle him upside down in the air by one leg. Shonda started off, as all men did, by telling her how great and powerful he was and how terrible her suffering would be for what she was doing, then moved on to how worse still it would become if she didnt stop. She laughed in his face.
"What could you possibly do? she screamed at him over the wind that whipped the eyrie. "What else could you possibly do?
The threats carried on long enough to draw a crowd in the dragon yard. After everything that had gone on, none of the Taiytakei were in bed. Which was good. It was a humiliation that demanded an audience.
The threats shifted to bribes. "I will give you anything you wish for! This eyrie will be mine. You will fly for me and I will make you the richest sword-slave ever to live, richer than a sea lord!
Zafir lifted the brand high over her head and had Diamond Eye turn his fire on it until it glowed. The dragon let Shonda down and Zafir gut-punched him and threw him onto his face. She straddled him before he could get up and ripped the feathered robe off his flabby back. "I will never fly for you, she hissed. "No one will ever fly for you. You have nothing you could possibly give me. She stabbed the brand into his skin and listened to him scream. No one tried to stop her. The Elemental Men watched and did nothing.
After a while, his sobs and whimpers grew annoying. Bellepheros hadnt given her much, but no dragon-rider flew without a salve for burns. She dabbed it over the brand mark. Not that it made it go away but for an hour or so the pain would ease. Then she had Diamond Eye dangle him again. "You want me to be your slave, is that it? All this because you want me to be your slave and not QuaiShus slave? Id taken you for a clever man, Sea Lord. Do you see QuaiShu here? No. Because a dragon held him as mine holds you now and his mind broke in two. Then again, that dragon was awake. But I faced that dragon too, fat old man, and I did not break. Why should I be your slave? Why should you not be mine? Except what use would you be?
Shonda screamed into the night, "I will give you whatever you desire.
"But you have nothing that I want! She spat at him.
"Your freedom, slave. I will give you your freedom. Set me loose and I will take you on my ships and your monster too and sail you back to your own land!.
Maybe she hesitated for a moment, because if there was anything she wanted more than a simple end to it all, fiery and unforgettable, it was that. Home. But of course he couldnt deliver. The Elemental Men were letting her do this to him because they knew he was done. He had no power any more, and even if he had, he wouldnt ever have given her what she wanted. He couldnt. No one could. It had never existed.
She took a deep breath and sighed. When she looked away, she saw the alchemist hurrying across the dragon yard. She held up the brand and waved it in Shondas face. "Why, fat old man? You had your kwen MaiChoiro tell me to burn that city. What was it for? All the money in the world still not enough for you? She held up a hand. "No, dont answer. Dont fill the air with lies because Ive sat higher than you ever will and I already know what it was for.
"Fear. Fear that youll lose it. Fear that someone, somewhere, is better than you, or richer than you, or cleverer than you. Fear that theyll take it away again, that youll slip behind and the men who used to quiver and tremble at your pa.s.sing will laugh instead. Fat old man with all your power and your wealth, and what did you ever do with it? My dragon? Thats what this was for? Then be happy, for you are closer to him now than Baros Tsen TVarr or QuaiShu ever got!
She listened to him babble and squirm and wail and storm a little longer, paying scant attention to what he said. They were the same, he and she, or they had been once, clawing their way over the backs of those above them as fast as they could and always afraid of those clawing in their wake, and then shed reached the top and had had no idea how else to be. She told Diamond Eye to let Shonda down. He crawled away and she let him be, empty of any idea of what to do with him any more.
The Elemental Men took him. Diamond Eye watched him go. The dragon wanted to eat him. It was, Zafir thought, an admirably simple desire. My mother didnt give a fig for me or my sister beyond what wed be worth to her in some dragon-princes bed. Perhaps thats why Ive never been fond of princes and their like. Except it was more likely her father whod drilled that into her, her father, who wanted to be very sure that his pretty princesses knew what to do once theyd been sold. Oh yes, very kind and loving when they did the right thing. Not so much when they didnt. Liked to keep us locked in a dark room when we were naughty girls. Still made her heart knot thinking of that, but not like it used to. She stroked Diamond Eyes nose. But weve been there together now, you and I.
The Adamantine Man drifted into her thoughts again. Tuuran. He came to her most days, ever since shed seen him in Dhar Thosis. Always the same memory. The Pinnacles. That moment of selfless kindness, coming to her aid when her own father had had her pinned against a wall; and shed taken that moment and killed with it, taken Tuurans knife and stabbed her father, and someone had had to take the blame and be hanged for the death of a prince of the Silver City. Let it be him, let it be his fault, his knife. Make it go away and pretend it never happened. And shed been afraid, but she was a dragon-rider destined to be a queen, and a dragon-rider knew better than to let fear grow and fester. So shed taken what shed done and faced it down and picked through the reasons and the causes, pored over everything that had been done to her, every day caged in the dark and the far worse thing that pa.s.sed for love that came after. Shed looked at it all and given herself the choice of swallowing it whole or breaking into pieces, for what use was a dragon-rider who was afraid? None at all.
Her little sister, Kiam, just coming into bloom. She would have been next. I spared her, she told Diamond Eye. But she had no idea. She just hated me for what Id done. And in time I hated her back for not seeing the truth. For never seeing what he was.
Shed taken what she wanted. Anyone who got in her way, she crushed them exactly as her mother had done. Shed had the Adamantine Man sent to Furymouth to be sold as a slave. Done it behind her mothers back and paid dearly for it, but at least it was better than letting him hang. She wished now that she could see him one more time before she died to tell him she was sorry. Not to ask for forgiveness, because that was too much. Just to say sorry.
After the killers took Shonda away, Zafir went to her shelter where no one would see her and curled up inside it. She slept a little while, a fitful doze full of dreams of her treacherous lover Jehal, of being her own mother. She woke up sobbing beside Diamond Eye and somehow couldnt stop, and so that was how Bellepheros found her, huddled up tight in a corner in her nightclothes, shaking.
"Holiness?
When she looked at him, she wanted to rip the concern off his face with her bare hands, strangle him for seeing her this way, but she couldnt make herself move. She looked up at him with tear streaks down her cheeks. And he bowed but didnt go away, didnt turn, didnt stand outside. He just stared right back at her as though hed never known that a dragon-rider could cry.
"Its done, Holiness, he said. "Its all finished.
She had no idea what he was talking about, and then the only thing it could be hit her like a soft ripping-out of her stomach. "Youve poisoned Diamond Eye, she said, knowing she would be next.
Bellepheros looked confused for a second and then shook his head. "No, Holiness. Sea Lord Shonda has confessed his part in what you did. I gave him truth-smoke. Everyone was there to hear. He hung his head. "I took it myself and now they know everything there is to know about what I am. I will not be with you much longer. The Elemental Men say we must all wait for their Arbiter to return and hear it all again, but its done. They will kill us all now. I am sorry.
"Not as sorry as I am, alchemist. Go! No, wait! It took a huge effort to force herself to stand. She was still shaking. "Do one more thing for me. Do you have Frogsback? Blue Midnight?
The alchemist shook his head. His mouth opened as if to speak. No words came out but she saw in his eyes that he understood. "They took everything, Holiness. Everything I have.
"Something else then. I will not be their toy. Let me go with my Diamond Eye. Together side by side. You must find something! Painless and quick if you can. And say yes, alchemist. Do it quickly before I decide to go the other way, with fire and fury and death to all around me.
Bellepheros closed his eyes. "Holiness, I- "One last service for your speaker, Grand Master. I hunted the hatchling down for you, and you owe me for that. Diamond Eye bit off his head brought back his body. You took an oath, alchemist. For once not for me, alchemist. For once I ask for others.
"I took an oath to Speaker Hyram.
"You took that oath to whoever sat in the Adamantine Throne. But already the moment was slipping away. Poison? Really? She took his hands and gripped them tight. She might have begged if she could have brought herself to, but no, a dragon-queen couldnt ever beg. "Neither of us knows who sits on the throne in the City of Dragons now, but for a time it was me and I am here. She held out her trembling hand with the speakers ring still on her finger. "Bring me what I ask for and be released from your duties to me. She took a deep breath. Forced the word out. "Please.
The alchemist was shaking as well. "As you wish, Holiness. I will try. She let go of him and he bowed, and then he ruined it. "I will do this if I may ask a favour in return.
No! No, no, no! She could have cried. "Do not ask favours of me, alchemist, not for this. Little good comes to those who do. Havent you seen that? Just give it to me and go before its too late. I cant beg for it, I simply cannot.
"Four eggs were stolen in the night. He had no idea how hard it was for her to ask for death, for a way out that was easy for everyone. None; and now she was back to having to keep herself from strangling him. Fire and ash, alchemist. Smoke and blood. So be it. "The Scales say I ordered them loaded into a gondola but I did not. Go, Holiness, with Diamond Eye, and bring back those eggs. I cannot allow them to hatch unwatched. Do this, Holiness, and I will find you a poison no matter what I must do.
Zafir snorted. "Do the Elemental Men approve, alchemist? She could have screamed in his face, Why should I even care?
"They are searching too. But Diamond Eye will find the eggs far more easily. You know this.
"And is that what you have told them? She wasnt listening any more. It could all have come quietly to an end, peacefully and painlessly and possibly even with a touch of grace, but the moment had pa.s.sed. It wasnt much to ask, was it, to be allowed to slip silently away? But no. They wanted something from her. Always, always they wanted something more. No peace. No rest. No mercy for pretty Zafir.
"I have.
A dragon-queen to the end. "Then let them hatch. Let dragons burn this world to ash. I spurn your poisons. She turned her back on him. She heard him go and sank back into her corner and held herself. One more betrayal. Nothing left.
Inside her head the Adamantine Man was shaking his head and wagging his finger at her. An Adamantine Man went with his axe in his hand, screaming b.l.o.o.d.y defiance to the very last gasp of air in his lungs. An Adamantine Man fought, d.a.m.n it, and a dragon-queen should do no less. She sat for a long time, thinking of Tuuran, thinking of that night in the Pinnacles and of all the things shed done and what they had cost her. And of him again in Dhar Thosis, bowing at her feet. Did he even remember? And then last of all when shed chased the hatchling into the abyss of the Queverra. The fleeting sense of him.
She was still wondering about that as she put on the gla.s.s-and-gold armour of a Taiytakei dragon-rider and climbed onto Diamond Eyes back. She scratched the dragons scales, not that he ever noticed.
"Eggs, she said. "And him. Find both.
48.
Hatchling Disease Tsen let the Kwens soldiers bind him. It occurred to him that he ought to put up at least some sort of fight, but what would he do except make an even bigger fool of himself? At least a man could go with a little dignity. More than Chrias would have when the disease finally took him.
An insidious plague, the alchemist had said. Takes a long time for the first symptoms to show. By the time you know its out, its spread through half a city. And it had been a horrific thing to watch the Scales fall slowly to pieces. When the disease had begun to spread through the men of the eyrie Tsen had ordered everyone who carried it to be eaten by the dragon. It was the most brutal thing hed ever done by far. Ever, and yes, kwens and tvarrs across TakeiTarr did things like that all the time, but not him. Not Baros Tsen.
There were signs of it, when he looked, among some of the other men here. And he knew by now that the alchemist had the disease himself and kept it dormant with potions. So did the rider-slave. Shrin Chrias Kwen didnt have any potions and so it was killing him, and soldiers werent so good at keeping themselves to themselves. Unless the kwen had told them, probably none of them even knew what they carried. Not yet.
He thought all these things as they tied him up and then he thought about the rider-slave. Zafir had done this. The dragon-queen had sent her plague out into the world. His world. He wondered whether shed planned it that way all along or whether it had been merely personal vengeance on Chrias. Both perhaps? And it occurred to him then that for all these months when hed thought he was matching his wits and cunning against Shonda of Vespinarr, hed actually been fencing with Zafir, the slave who was once a dragon-queen, and that shed thoroughly and comprehensively beaten him. Shed burned Dhar Thosis. Shed set this plague among his people. Shed brought down his house and everything in which he believed, and that was barely even the start.
Maybe shes dead. Small consolation. In a way he was happy for Chrias to kill him now. Dhar Thosis was bad enough. The rest? The rest he didnt want to see.
Chria.s.s soldiers dragged Tsen outside and threw him down. They were almost done with filling in the ma.s.s grave. Tsen supposed the dead were Sivans men whod hadnt fancied changing sides. He didnt feel sorry for them. Didnt feel sorry for Chrias either, nor any of the men hed brought with him. Didnt even feel that sorry for himself. There hadnt been much chance of any other outcome. Kalaiya. It was all for her.
Chrias emerged from the tent. "You must have wondered why I let you know I was still alive, Tsen said. "Why I let you see where I would be. Did you not think it was a trap?
"Of course its a trap. Chrias glanced up at the sky and spat. "But without your alchemist Ill die. So why not? Maybe your dragon egg will get me something.
Tsen laughed. "It makes no difference. I dropped the eyrie into the storm-dark, Chrias. I let the gla.s.ships go and watched it fall.
"I was watching through your eyes, Tsen. I know what you did.
"Even if he got out, the alchemist cant do anything except stop it from getting worse. The Elemental Men have him now. You should have gone somewhere quiet and died having some fun. And so should I. And, dear forbidden G.o.ds, he found it bothering him again, now of all times, why the rider-slave hadnt given him the disease when shed had the chance, why shed changed her mind and knocked the gla.s.s out of his hand. It made him peevish. Is that the best you can do for your last thoughts?
"At least I get to watch you go first, Tsen.
"Was I so bad to you?
Chrias laughed. "We both wanted to be the new lord of Xican, Tsen. No harm in that. No grudges, no regrets, but no remorse, and you still die.