Clystis added more water, stirred the pot with a wooden ladle and sipped.
"M'm, that's a nice broth! I'll put in a few brillions. I reckon he might manage some of it for supper, don't you?"
"Ah!" answered Maia. "I'll take it along, if you like."
"He's been talking to the young chap, you know," remarked Clystis casually.
"What?" Maia turned, staring as if unable to believe her ears. "Talking sense, d'you mean?"
"Young chap said so. Said he seemed ever so much better."
"Oh, Clystis!" Maia came over to the fire. "You couldn't have told me anything better!"
"Reckoned you'd be pleased."
Clystis had never said a word to suggest that she had perceived Maia's feelings about Zen-Kurel but, as Maia was well aware, not to have done so she would have to have been a lot stupider than she was.
Ladling out the broth, she gave Maia the bowl and a spoon. Across the steam and the savory smell the two girls met each other's eyes and smiled complicitly. Then Maia, holding the bowl carefully in both hands, made her way down the short, dark passage-way towards Zen-Kurel's room.
The door was just ajar. She had not yet reached it when her ear caught the sound of two voices-Zirek's and Zen-
ka's. She felt so happy that she could scarcely contain herself. It was she who should be talking to him, of course, not Zirek. Nevertheless, it occurred to her that in her present state of emotion it might perhaps be better not to burst in upon them. He still needed to be kept free from excitement. She paused to compose herself, and as she did so caught the tail-end of what Zirek had been saying.
"No, no, Fornis isn't here. You'll probably never see her again."
There was a pause, and then Zen-Kurel's own voice, the voice she remembered, restoring on the instant, as might a smell or a song, the entire feel of that night in Melvda-Rain, replied, "I don't-understand. Is she dead?"
Prom where Maia was standing his utterance was barely audible, thin as a stream shrunken by drought.
"Not that we know," answered Zirek. "She's in Bekla."
Zen-Kurd seemed, as best he could, to be weighing this. At length he said, "And we're not. Is that right?"
Zirek must have nodded, for after a moment he went on, "Then-where?"
"You're safe," said Zirek, "with friends. Nothing to worry about, sir. But you've been very ill. Why don't you just try to rest now?"
This time there was a still longer pause, almost as though Zen-Kurel had decided to follow this advice. Maia tiptoed forward and had just reached the threshold when he spoke again.
"Where's Anda-Nokomis, then? Is he dead?"
"Who?"
"Suban leader-withered hand-"
"Oh, he's here too; he's all right-more or less."
"Where-are we, then-with Erketlis?"
"No, but we're safe. Why don't you just rest now, sir?"
Zen-Kurel's next words, though still weak, were spoken in a tone of authority.
"I shall be able to rest better if you'll tell me a little more, please. What is this place?"
"A farm; a good way outside Bekla, quite lonely. We brought you here. We all escaped from Bekla together, you see, sir."
"Why-why did you need to escape, then?"
"Well; it was me as killed Sencho, you see-me and a girl. She's here too."
"You killed Sencho? You yoursclf?"
"You lie down, now!" said Zirek sharply. "You've been very ill, sir, and if you don't keep quiet you may be ill again, and that won't help anybody. These questions'll keep. I can't tell you everything all at once. Anyway, either Clystis or Maia'll be bringing your supper in a minute."
For a few moments Zen-Kurel made no reply. Then, in a tone of puzzled uncertainty, he asked, "Maia? Who's Maia?"
Zirek did not answer at once and he went on more urgently, "You don't mean-not the girl who swam the Valderra?"
"Yes, she's here with us," said Zirek.'
"Maia? But-but why don't you kill her, then?"
"Kill her? What you talking about? Why, it was her as got you and your friend out of prison in Bekla. Near as a touch got killed herself doing it."
Maia, holding her breath behind the door, stood still as moss.
"Then," said Zen-Kurel, "it can only have been for some vile, mean purpose. That bitch-" She heard Zirek try to answer, but he ran on, his voice rising, "She's the most treacherous, rotten whore in the world! Oh, yes, she fooled me all right! She betrayed us all and she'll betray you, too, if you don't kill her! I know what I'm talking about! Go and kill her now, before it's too late! Tell Anda-Nokomis I want to see him-get him in here-"
Maia heard no more. Still clutching the bowl of broth, she stumbled back up the passage and into the kitchen. Clystis, busy at the table, looked up in surprise.
"Wouldn't he have it, then?"
Maia, not answering and almost upsetting the bowl in putting it down, went across to the door that led into the yard.
"Maia, you all right?"
"Yes; I'll-I'll be back in a minute."
Out she ran, across the yard to the belt of trees. He wasn't there and she pushed through them, down the slopes beyond to the bank of the stream.
"Anda-Nokomis?" she called.
He stood up. He had been sitting in a kind of little arbor about a hundred yards downstream, where a tangle of scarlet trepsis trailed over the bushes. She ran along the bank, but just as she reached him tripped and measured
her length at his feet. He bent to help her up, but she only lay sobbing, face down, her head on her arms.
He knelt beside her. "What's happened, Maia? What's the matter?"
"Zenka! Zen-Kurel, Anda-Nokomis-"
"O gods! Has he taken a turn for the worse?"
"No no! He's able to talk now. He told Zirek-I heard him, I was in the passage-he said I was the rottenest- woman in the world; he said why didn't you kill me-" Her weeping became passionate and uncontrollable.
Bayub-Otal waited in silence. At length, in a cold, expressionless tone, he asked, "Are you so very much surprised?"
"What, Anda-Nokomis?" She knelt up and looked at him, her face swollen and tear-wet. After a moment, like a child driven to desperation by someone else's inexplicable failure to understand the obvious, she shouted, "Well, 'course I am! What d'you think-"
He took her hand and she allowed him to lead her the few steps into the arbor. Here there was a big log, from which a segment had been cut, making a flat seat. They sat side by side. The stream below was a mere trickle, almost lost among clumps of water-plants and dried beds of weed. A pair of green dragonflies were hovering and darting here and there.
"There's a lot I'm extremely puzzled about," he said, "and obviously if we're to go on at all it's got to be sorted out. Do you want to talk, or shall I?"
She was still weeping, but he made no attempt to check or comfort her. After a little he went on, "One thing's plain: you evidently don't see what's happened in the same light as I do or as Zen-Kurel does. If you did, you wouldn't be here."
She did not answer, but he had caught her attention and she was waiting to hear what he was going to say next.
"I'll start from the beginning. Last Melekril, in Bekla, I-well, I thought that perhaps I'd found a friend; a young slave-girl. I never made friends easily in Bekla, of course, being a suspect and dispossessed man with no prospects. But I liked this girl and felt sorry for her. Anyone with the least decency would have felt sorry for her. She was very young and inexperienced and she belonged to the most evil, disgusting brute in the upper city. She was being sent from one bed to another for money and even seemed
to be taking to it. It was obvious that in a year or two she'd be corrupted and that in a few years after that she'd probably be on the scrap-heap-that's if she hadn't been brought to some horrible end first. I thought she deserved better.
"One night, soon after the murder of her master, I received a warning to leave Bekla at once. Within the same hour the girl came to my lodgings in terror-or so you'd
have thought. She said she'd escaped from the temple- from torture-and implored me to help her.
"I got her out of Bekla and took her with me to Suba. I told both Lenkrit and King Karnat that she was a girl to be trusted. I pointed out that she'd be valuable to us because of her extraordinary resemblance to my mother, Nokomis. She was treated honorably and gave the most convincing appearance of being entirely on our side."
For a moment Bayub-Otal's voice quavered. He bent down, picked up a stick and began breaking it into pieces and tossing them into the stream.
"That same night, however, she quite deliberately seduced one of Karnat's staff officers, a young man who knew-and she must have known that he knew-the plan of attack. He told it to her. He was much to blame, of course, but then he trusted her, you see; just as I did. She'd been very cunning in convincing him that she'd fallen in love with him.
"In fact, she achieved all that the Leopards could possibly have hoped for. She made her fortune that night. She became a demi-goddess, almost; her fame spread throughout the empire and beyond. It spread to Suba; and to Katria and Terekenalt. It even spread to Dari-Paltesh, where some of the men she'd betrayed-the ones who weren't dead, I mean, or who hadn't managed to get back to Suba-were shut up in squalor and misery. I remember one man actually cursing her with his last breath."
The light was fading. The dragonflies had vanished. In an isolated pool a little way downstream, some tiny fish suddenly skittered across the surface, here and gone, like the margets in Suba. A flock of starlings flickered over on their way to roost.
"But then, quite suddenly, when this same young staff officer's at death's door himself, after suffering the most revolting cruelty and degradation at the hands of Queen Fornis, he's taken out of prison in Bekla and carried away delirious. Some days later he recovers his senses and al-
most the first thing he hears is that among those with him is this same girl-the girl he trusted, the girl who betrayed him. This makes him feel angry and perplexed-afraid, even, perhaps."
As though he were now going back to the farmhouse, Bayub-Otal stood up and stepped out onto the bank. Then, without looking round, he said, "He's not the only one. Perhaps that girl might, in fact, be better out of the way. There's no telling what she might get up to next, you see."
He had gone some yards when he found Maia beside him.
"Anda-Nokomis!"
As though at any rate unwilling to fail in propriety he halted, but did not look at her.
"Here's one thing there's no catch in it, and you'd better just know it! I'm your cousin! My mother was Nokomis's sister."
The tone in which she spoke carried immediate conviction. He looked at her, startled. After some moments he said, "We'd better sit down again, and you can tell me what makes you think that."
Thereupon he himself returned and sat down, but she was so much agitated that she could not keep still, pacing back and forth on the bank as she talked.
"Earlier this summer, while you was still in that prison, the Leopards arrested a bunch of heldro agents in Tonilda. One of them was my stepfather, Tharrin; the man as took up with my mother-or her I always thought was my mother. He'd been a secret messenger for Erketlis. Tharrin was the first man as I ever went with. That's how I come to be sold for a slave; only Morca, her I thought was my mother, she found out, see? And she tricked me and sold me while Tharrin was away."
"Go on," said Bayub-Otal.
"I talked to Tharrin in prison before he died, and it was then as he told me-"
She went on to speak of the assassins sent from Kendron-Urtah and of her true mother's desperate flight and pathetic death. When she had ended Bayub-Otal remained silent, gazing down at the brook. "Do you believe me?" she asked at length.
"Yes, of course," he answered. He nodded slowly. "You couldn't be lying about that." She winced at the emphasis. "In fact, it explains a great deal." He looked directly up
at her and for the first time she could see that he was moved.
"I can tell you your mother's name. Her name was Sheldis. I remember her in Suba when I was a child, but I never knew what became of her. Children don't think much about anyone who isn't there, of course. When I grew older, I learned that she'd married an Urtan and tried to settle down quietly, but they'd both been murdered on the orders of my father's wife. I suppose when the murderers got back to Kendron-Urtah they'd naturally have reported that they'd been entirely successful. After all, Sheldis, not her husband, was the one she really wanted dead." After a pause, he added, "The village is Kryle, in eastern Urtah. I'm afraid I can't remember her husband's name-your father-but you could easily find out."
While he was talking she had sensed a barely-perceptible softening of his earlier hostility; yet not enough to make her want to try to explain to him the truth, her truth, about what had passed between herself and Zenka at Melvda-Rain and the true reason why she had swum the Valderra. He had as good as threatened her life. That life-her life as the Serrelinda-had conferred on her a dignity and courage of which the Tonildan peasant girl would not have been capable. She would be damned if she was going to beg for it-or even to seem to be doing so-by offering unsought explanations. If he was so keen to kill a defenseless girl, Jet him. She was, of course, too young for it to occur to her that he himself might, beneath his harsh manner, feel grieved and sorrowful. In telling him of her mother, she had been concerned simply to let him know who it was he would be killing-a girl as well derived as himself, or nearly; his kinswoman, one whose resemblance to the legendary Nokomis was no mere coincidence.
After an even longer silence he said, "I talked to you without mincing words because I think you ought to realize how much misery and suffering you've caused with your treachery and your cold-hearted deceit of that Katrian lad. You broke his heart-do you know that? I had plenty of time in Dari-Paltesh to get to know it. He couldn't believe you'd done that to him: yet there it was, beyond doubt or argument. While you were living in luxury in the upper city, he was keeping half-alive on filthy scraps, with nothing to think about but the false words you'd said and the promises you'd broken."
She answered nothing, only looking him in the eye and waiting.
"Do you want to say anything?" he asked.
"No, thank you."
"Well, there are one or two things puzzling me, so perhaps I'll go on to ask you some questions. First, was it on orders from Kembri that you went with me to Suba?"
"Yes."
"But I suppose-I want to be fair to you, Maia-you had no alternative?"
"Not really. Only I hated you then, see. By the time we'd reached Suba I didn't hate you any more."
This seemed to take him aback; he hesitated, thrown out of his customary, bleak composure. After a pause he went on, "Then I suppose that it was just a matter of your own self-interest being too strong, was it? Here was this golden opportunity to make your fortune and you took it?"
Of all that she had been accused of that evening, the thing-naturally-which had cut her to the heart had been the unquestioning assumption that she had deliberately deceived Zen-Kurel, that she had felt no sincerity and had gone about to seduce him for her own gain. She could not, would not speak of it.
"You can suppose what you like, Anda-Nokomis."
"Very well. Now there's something else: something that struck me as odd while we were coming here. Those La-panese soldiers who were with us-they knew you'd swum the river, of course, but they told me that no one had ever learned how you discovered Karnat's plan: it was commonly believed that Karnat himself must have told you."
"Anybody wants to think it was Karnat, that's their business."
"You never told Kembri or Sendekar what actually happened?"
"No, nor any of the Leopards."
"Then may I ask, lastly, why you went to the trouble and risk of releasing us and getting us out of Bekla?"
She shook her head.
"I suppose you're working for Erketlis now, are you? He pays better, or he's going to win and there's still
time to change, is that it?"
Once again, it did not occur to her that the mordancy and scorn in his manner might flow from his own pride
and pain; from his sense of disillusion with someone for whom he had allowed himself the rare luxury of feeling affection. Nor did it occur to her that he might want her- might almost be begging her-to tell him he was wrong, to give him an explanation which would somehow or other clear things up. All she knew was that apparently neither he nor Zenka had been able to see all that was plain as noonday; Gehta and her dad's farm, poor Sphelthon at the ford, the detachment of three hundred Tonildans downstream of Rallur, the horrible risk of death to which she had twice exposed herself in order to save-amongst others-two people she loved and who, whatever they might have suffered, were now indisputably alive. She felt ready to weep with chagrin. Mercifully, Occula came boiling up.
"You dirty, rotten, basting venda!"
"Ah, unmistakably one of Sencho's young ladies! Perhaps-"
But before he could say more, his name was being called from up by the sestuagas and a few moments later Zirek came running along the bank.
''Sorry to interrupt you, Anda-Nokomis, sir-you too, Maia-but there's wonderful news! Captain Zen-Kurel's taken a great turn for the better! He's in his right mind and he's been talking to me. I've told him to stay quiet, of course: but he's made a good supper and he seems comfortable. He asked me to say would you go and see him, Anda-Nokomis."
"Thank you," said Bayub-Otal. "I'll go at once."
He walked away towards the house.
Zirek clapped Maia on the shoulder. "I'm a pedlar, remember? I sell anything-good news an' all! It's cheap to pretty girls like you, too-only a kiss."
Absently, she put one arm round his neck and kissed his cheek. He raised a hand to his face.
"Tears, eh? Well, it's natural, I suppose. You love him, don't you?"
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