Fortunately, Teg and Lirrin didn’t have to witness her ordeal. Kinsel had managed to persuade one of the older women to look after them in her quarters nearby.
The whole experience had been made even more fraught by the realisation that the invaders could break through at any time. Sounds of fighting and destruction had been a constant backdrop to Tan’s labour. But now, thank goodness, things had quietened considerably, though everyone knew it was just the calm before the storm.
As soon as the baby was born, Serrah had taken him into a little washroom that comprised part of their quarters, to check that he was hale. She didn’t want any unpleasantness in front of Tanalvah, who was distressed enough. Now she was gently bathing the newborn. It brought back sweet memories of Eithne as a baby, and other recollections, less happy.
Kinsel came through from the room where Tanalvah had given birth. His face showed a mixture of emotions, but the moment he saw the child he was nothing but misty-eyed. ‘Is he well?’
‘He seems to be fine.’
‘I don’t know how we can ever thank you, Serrah. If it hadn’t been for you-’
‘Forget it.’ She nodded at the bundle she cradled. ‘It was worth it.’
‘She wants to see him.’
‘Good. I’d be worried if she didn’t. We’re just about done here. Aren’t we, darling?’ she cooed at the babe. ‘Here, go to daddy.’
‘Oh.’ Kinsel accepted the child gingerly, then beamed at it.
‘Typical man. Don’t worry, it won’t break.’
His smile faded. ‘I’m not sure we can say the same about Tan.’
‘No improvement?’
‘I think she’s a little worse. As far as her state of mind’s concerned, that is.’
‘She’s still in pretty bad physical shape, too. Once I got a proper look at her I was shocked at how much she’s been neglecting herself. But I’m hoping we’ll be able to find a healer this morning and-’
‘No. I mean yes, her physical state worries me, of course it does. But right now I’m more concerned about some of the things she’s been saying.’ He was clearly very troubled.
‘She has been coming out with some nonsensical stuff lately, it’s true. But it’s likely she’s feverish after what she’s been through.’
‘I don’t think it’s just that. This is more specific.’
‘You mean this fixation she has about confessing?’
‘Yes. I’m starting to think she might really have something she needs to get off her chest.’
‘We know that Tan killed a violent client over in Rintarah. But she has no reason to feel guilty about that. It was self-defence.’
‘It’s not that she’s been referring to.’
‘What, then?’
The baby began to cry.
‘He’s got his dad’s lungs,’ Serrah said. ‘It’s all right, he just needs feeding. I’m not sure Tan’s up to it though. I’ve got some milk here. We can warm it for him.’
‘I’ll do that and bring it through.’
‘Sure?’
‘I’m a father now, I’ve got to learn these things. Here.’ He gave back the baby. ‘I think you’d better go in.’
In Serrah’s arms, the child calmed down almost immediately. She found Tanalvah looking as white as the fresh sheets Kinsel had put on her bed, but her bleak expression brightened when she saw the baby.
‘Here he is,’ Serrah announced cheerfully, trying to lift the tone.
‘Is he all right?’
‘He’s a fit, beautiful little boy, Tan. Can you manage?’ She gently lowered the baby into her arms.
Tanalvah gazed at her son with the adoration of a new mother, but there was an evident sadness in her expression, too. She kissed the child and whispered soft endearments.
Kinsel arrived with the milk. He’d poured it into a small pottery flask with a teat made from a twist of spongy wool.
‘Let’s see that,’ Serrah said. She shook a few drops of the milk onto the back of her hand. The improvised teat worked pretty well. ‘Fine, and it’s not too hot. I can see you’re going to be good at this.’
Giving them some privacy for their baby’s first feed, she went back to the washroom. Filling a bowl from a jug of tepid water, she washed her face. She was exhausted. A lack of sleep, taking narcotics, and a big expenditure of emotional energy really took it out of you, she had discovered. But she dared to hope that things might improve with Tanalvah now she had the baby to hold.
Serrah was towelling herself dry when Kinsel came back in.
‘Can you come, please? I need you.’ His tone and looks invited no argument. Serrah tossed the towel aside and followed him.
Tanalvah still had the baby, but she was trying to hold it away from herself. She appeared physically worse than she had ten minutes before.
‘What’s this?’ Serrah asked. ‘Are you tiring?’ It was an absurd question. Tanalvah was patently shattered. But it wasn’t that.
‘I don’t deserve him,’ she said. ‘I’m not worthy.’
‘You what?’
‘You’ll think so too, when you know.’
Serrah could see that Tan’s arms must be aching from the effort of pushing away her son, not to mention the stress she was subjecting herself to. So she took the child and handed him to Kinsel, who tiptoed to the other side of the room and laid him in a cot someone had found for them.
Meanwhile, Serrah perched on the side of the bed. ‘Now what’s this nonsense about you not being worthy of your son, for the gods’ sake?’
‘It’s the way it is, Serrah. He’d be tainted by me.’
‘Look, Tan, I know some mothers feel down in the dumps after they give birth, but it passes. There’s no way your boy’s going to be tainted by you or anything else except loved.’
Tanalvah laughed. There was absolutely nothing joyful or amused about it. It was weak and cynical and despairing. ‘You wouldn’t make excuses if you knew what I-’
‘And what is it we should know?’ Serrah was fatigued enough to be feeling irritable, and starting to show it, despite her sympathy. ‘You keep hinting, Tan, but you’re not telling us. What is it that’s so terrible? Please, tell us, and let us be the judge of how awful you think you are.’
‘It’s about the great betrayal.’ She spoke low, almost in a whisper.
‘Did something happen to you at that time, darling?’ Kinsel asked kindly. ‘Something bad?’
‘You could say that.’ Her eyes moved to Serrah. ‘You vowed to kill the traitor, didn’t you?’
‘Damn right I did.’
‘Well…go ahead.’
‘You’re not making sense, Tan.’
‘You can honour your vow, Serrah.’
‘Karr told me somebody called Mijar Kayne was suspected,’ Kinsel offered.
‘A Righteous Blade man. He’s supposed to be dead.’
‘But if you know better, Tan,’ Serrah put in, ‘if you’ve seen him alive somewhere or-’
‘Listen to me,’ Tanalvah demanded, ‘both of you. I’m the traitor.’
There was a moment of silence, then Kinsel responded, ‘That’s in poor taste for a joke, my dear.’
‘It was me,’ she repeated.
Serrah and Kinsel exchanged concerned glances.
‘Why would you do such a thing?’ he said.
‘For you, my love, and for the children. For all of us as a family. I thought I’d be saving life, not taking it.’ She broke into a coughing fit. Kinsel held a mug of water for her to drink from, his hand at her nape. The drink seemed to help.
‘How did you do it?’ Serrah wanted to know.
‘I went to the clans. Eventually I got to see Devlor Bastorran. I gave him a little information, to let him know I had the connections. He didn’t take much convincing.’
‘What did you expect to get in return?’
‘Kinsel. I wanted him back from that terrible galley. Bastorran said he could do it. And he told me nobody would come to harm if I told him things ab
out the Resistance, so I did. But he lied.’
‘How could you expect him to do anything else?’
‘Just a minute, Serrah,’ Kinsel interrupted. ‘You’re not taking this seriously, are you?’
She didn’t reply. Her instinct was to say, No, it’s insane. Tan would never dream of doing such a thing. However, she was starting to think the unthinkable.
‘Come on,’ Kinsel pleaded, ‘this is hysteria or something.’
‘It was a terrible, terrible mistake,’ Tanalvah said, ‘and I’ll burn in hell for it.’ There was the shadow of enormous weariness on her face.
‘You’re asking us to believe something incredible about you,’ Serrah remarked.
‘Wouldn’t it be even more incredible if I made up something like this?’
For Serrah, that was close to being the clincher, but there was another possibility. ‘You’ve been sick, and under a lot of pressure. How do we know it isn’t your illness talking?’
‘Because this is a deathbed confession, Serrah.’
‘Nonsense,’ Kinsel mocked, not entirely convincingly. ‘Isn’t it, Serrah? It’s rubbish. You’re just run down.’
On a hunch, Serrah reached out to the sheet covering the bed. Tanalvah didn’t try to stop her. Their eyes locked, and Serrah saw something of the old Tan there. Serrah pulled back the sheet.
‘My gods, no,’ Kinsel gasped. He involuntarily looked away.
The bed was soaked through with blood, as was Tanalvah’s nightgown. Serrah looked on in horror. She didn’t know where to start, what to do.
‘Now do you believe me?’ Tanalvah said, her voice barely above a whisper.
‘You didn’t say. If you’d told us you were losing blood again we might have been able to help you. Gods, Tan, we were standing here talking to you, and all the while…’
‘I’m beyond help in this world.’ The strength was going out of her.
‘We have to get a healer,’ Kinsel said.
‘Kinsel…’
‘Don’t look at me like that, Serrah. What do you know about it? You’re not a doctor.’
‘No, but I’m a fighter. I’ve seen blood loss before.’
‘We can’t just-’
‘Kinsel,’ Tanalvah whispered.
Kneeling, he grasped her hand and pressed it to his lips. ‘My love.’
‘I’m so sorry, dear.’
‘As far as we’re concerned, you’ve nothing to be sorry for.’
‘You are the most wonderful man a woman could have. I treasure every moment we spent together. Take my love to Lirrin and little Teg. Don’t let them all grow up hating me.’
‘That I can promise you.’
‘Forgive me, Kin.’
‘I forgive you. I forgive you and I love you. I love you…so much.’ The tears flowed freely now.
Tanalvah’s eyes seemed to be unfocused, as though she gazed at a scene they couldn’t see. But in an undertone she distinctly said, ‘Forgive me, Serrah. Forgive me, if only for being a fool.’
Serrah didn’t move or speak. Kinsel looked up at her.
‘Her time’s short,’ he said, as though imploring.
‘I know,’ she whispered.
‘Do this one last thing for her, Serrah. Please.’
‘You’re telling me that my friend, your woman, was responsible for untold deaths of people we knew, but that I should forgive her?’
‘Try to imagine how I feel. She did it for me.’ He almost couldn’t go on. ‘The suffering can’t be undone. But how does making her death even more miserable put right any of the wrongs?’ Big teardrops were running down his cheeks. ‘We have little enough power in this world. The one thing we have in our command is forgiveness.’
‘It’s so hard. I’ve lived in hatred of the traitor. I swore they’d die if it was up to me. But to find out it was…’ She gave way to sobbing herself, hands to her face.
‘I know. But I’ll say it again: we’ve only one gift to give her that means anything.’
Serrah nodded, sniffing. She moved to kneel by the bed, alongside him. ‘Tan? Tan?’
Her eyes had been closed. Now they fluttered open. She recognised Serrah, and smiled. ‘Don’t cry. There have been enough tears shed on my account.’ With some trepidation, she asked, ‘Do I have your forgiveness?’
‘I can’t give you absolution. That’s for a higher authority. But, yes, I…I forgive you.’
Tanalvah looked to Kinsel, her smile broader. Neither of them spoke.
The light started to leave her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her. And when he lifted his lips from hers, she was dead.
Kinsel and Serrah stayed where they were for what seemed like a long time. Until the new baby cried and roused them.
Grief had subsided to some kind of numbness, and Serrah did her best to get things organised for Kinsel. He was crushed, and for a moment she had the irrational fear that he might decide to join his lover in death. But it took no more than a reminder of the children to stiffen his resolve.
Serrah thought how tough it had been on Teg and Lirrin. To lose their natural mother was bad enough. To go on and lose their adoptive one was indescribably awful. For the second time in their young lives they were going to be told something that would break their hearts. She didn’t envy Kinsel’s task.
She comforted him a little by telling him that at least they had a kind, decent, loving father. But they both chose to ignore the fact that even this could be in doubt once the empires’ armies took the island.
Serrah found him and the children new quarters deeper in the redoubt. The rooms weren’t as big as the ones they were leaving, but the set-up was more communal, and there would be people about to help and distract. It was considerably safer, too. She made sure Lirrin and Teg would be waiting, and she accompanied Kinsel there. He carried a couple of bags of possessions, she held the baby. She left him with the children clustering around the good news of the newborn, preparatory to the bad.
Her promise to Kinsel was that she would go back and lay out Tan decently. She’d also try to rustle up a priest and a burial detail, though that wasn’t going to be easy in the middle of a war. Apart from that, there were a few things he wanted from the apartment, but couldn’t face going for himself.
This was all in her mind as she trudged the endless corridors. And Reeth, of course. It felt like an age since they had last seen each other. She had no real fears about him being able to look after himself, but she longed to set eyes on him.
That was the last coherent thought she had for a while.
Reaching the section where the apartment was located, near one of the fortress’s external walls, but still a brisk walk away, she turned a fateful corner.
No sooner had she entered the corridor than it was bathed end to end in a flash of blinding light, followed soon after by an ear-splitting explosion.
The floor bucked like a living creature. Doors imploded, windows shattered, chandeliers fell. Bricks and timber flew in all directions. There were clouds of smothering dust. Then the roof came down.
Something, a number of somethings, pelted and pummelled her. And at the last she was on her back, unable to move, covered by a barely tolerable weight. Instantly, all of her fears about being trapped in a confined space became horrible reality. But the mind is a strange and wondrous thing, and no more so than in extreme situations. Instead of panic occupying her consciousness, she could only dwell on the question, who did she think the Resistance had stolen the dragon’s blood idea from in the first place?
Serrah’s assumption was substantially correct. Out on the plain, and on the tops of a few low, flat hills not far off, the invaders had set up giant catapults and massive glamour launch tubes. They were using a mixture of rocks the size of houses and magical munitions in their bombardment. It was one of the latter that had struck the part of the redoubt Serrah was in.
Caldason ran for the fortress as fast as he could, heedless of any in his path. Well behind, Kutch and Wendah, hand in hand, dashed
after him. All the while, the barrage continued. Massive jagged projectiles ploughed into fleeing islanders and crashed through roofs. Hex shells fell like hail, spreading the pestilences of fire, vitriol and noxious gas.
Inside the redoubt, people were already working frantically to clear debris and free the wounded. Several dead bodies were evident. In the chaos, Reeth spotted Kinsel. He had no way of knowing about his loss, and took his dazed appearance to be a result of the carnage.
‘Have you seen Serrah?’ he demanded, catching his sleeve.
‘Reeth! Yes. That is, I came to look for her when I heard the-’
‘Do you know where she might be?’
Kutch and Wendah arrived, panting.
‘She was heading back to our apartment,’ Kinsel explained. ‘But they say that’s where the main strike was.’
‘Stay with your kids,’ Caldason told him. He ran in the direction of the collapse, bowling people aside and cutting a path for a breathless Wendah and Kutch.
There were few people in the area of the worst roof fall. Rescuers had yet to arrive, and anybody there at the time of the strike likely had problems of their own.
Caldason surveyed the downed walls and mounds of debris. The dust was still settling. Shouting Serrah’s name might have been an option if there wasn’t so much echoing noise already. ‘Where do we look?’
‘We can help,’ Kutch said. ‘Or Wendah can, rather.’
‘Can you, Wendah?’
‘My skill’s similar to Kutch’s but not the same,’ she said. ‘I could see things for Praltor, find things.’
‘Could you find Serrah?’
‘I can try.’ She started to wander into the wrecked corridor.
‘Be careful,’ Reeth warned.
A couple of minutes later she stopped at a pile of twisted junk no different to any other. ‘There,’ she said, pointing at it.
‘Are you sure?’
She nodded.
Caldason cupped his mouth. ‘Serrah!’ he called. ‘Serrah!’
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