by Aerie (lit)
"And without someone to bake bread and make beer, those who serve the gods would quickly starve," he pointed out, sitting down on the rim of the pool. "Besides, as you say, rank and origin have no meaning among Jousters. I am a farmer's son myself. To tend the earth is an honorable profession. Please, sit and talk to me. I had as soon hear someone do other than flirt."
"It is good to hear the accent of my home, even if I have no home to go to," she said, then took a seat of her own. "It wasn't the war, it was a flood. I think I may have been the only one left alive out of my village."
He sighed. "If it was a flood, it was the war," he said sadly. "The Magi of our own homeland caused those, sending terrible storms against the Tians to destroy their crops, to terrify the people, to keep the dragons grounded. The only problem was that the water all had to go somewhere, and it flooded Altan lands once it had done with the Tians.
"But—" she protested. "Did the Magi not realize this would happen?"
"The Magi did not care, so long as it served their purposes," Kiron said wearily. "They aimed to rule both Alta and Tia, even if to do so meant leaving no more than half the people in either land alive. And I beg of you, ask someone else of this. Ask the other ladies; they are priestesses and no doubt know a great deal more than I. I only know that this was a war that could have ended long ago, which the Magi of Alta fostered, and they battened on it as a hyena feeds on corpses. Let us speak of other things. Let us speak of—your dragon."
Kiron learned quite a bit about this new female Jouster as both spoke until they were tired enough to go to bed. He learned that her name was Peri-en-westet, that her young female dragon was the only one hatched here and that Peri had helped the egg to hatch just as he had helped Avatre. Peri described her gold-and-green beauty to him in such loving detail that he had to smile, hearing in her voice the same adoration he heard in every Jouster that ever raised an infant. She told him that she had named her dragon Sutema, which meant "reed," because she was so slender and graceful. He very much doubted that any baby dragon could be described as graceful, but he was not going to tell her that,
He also learned something of her history, which proved to him that at least not all Tians were as vile to their serfs as his masters had been. In fact, they seemed to have been even moderately kind. Certainly Peri had not been made to starve as Kiron had, had had decent housing, and had even made some friends.
He also learned something she had probably never told any of the priestesses; that her friends had no idea what she was doing nor that she was going to become a Jouster. They all thought that she had some position at the Dragon Courts—cook or cook's helper. A servant such as she was would be required to live where she worked. And as the lowly ex-serf, she would seldom be allowed time of her own.
"But why?" he finally asked. "Wouldn't your friends be proud of you?"
She shook her head. "My friend is always talking about how important it is to know your place and keep to it. She is scornful even of those who send sons to the temples to learn to be scribes or priests. She would think I was being presumptuous."
He shook his head in disbelief at how anyone could be so rigid in their thinking. "Well, she'll have to learn someday" he pointed out. "Once the Queen's Wing starts flying, there will be no way of hiding who the riders are."
"I'll find a way," she replied; he heard the stubbornness in her voice and had to smile.
"I expect you will," he said then. "I expect you will always find a way to do something you truly want, Peri." He stood up and stretched. "And with that, it is time for me to sleep. Avatre and I have a long flight ahead of us tomorrow. I hope that the wind will be at our backs for it."
"I hope so, too," she replied softly as he returned to his rooms.
EIGHT
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"THE body told us nothing, and the ghost had fled. We will have words with you soon.
That was the ominous message from the priests at Sanctuary, a cryptic statement that was waiting for Kiron when he and Avatre landed at Aerie.
Avatre landed in the golden light of early sunset, with the wind at her back, a fortuitous bit of weather that meant she was a great deal less tired than she had been after the flight to Mefis. Haraket was waiting there for them and handed him the note as soon as he slid down from Avatre's saddle. It took less than a glance to know that all it meant was that the priests did not like the look of this either.
He looked to Haraket who had delivered the information, unspoken questions in his eyes as they both unsaddled Avatre, then fed her with the meat Haraket had brought. The older man rubbed his shaved head, and shrugged. "Do not ask me what it means," he said. "Other than the obvious. They can't tell what happened, they don't like it either, and I think you can expect a summons to Sanctuary within the next few days."
Well, that drove all thoughts of Aket-ten and his irritation with her out of his mind entirely. The flight had been long, and he'd had plenty of time to brood over her unreasonable behavior during the course of it. What had happened to the good-tempered, sensible girl he'd known in Alta and Sanctuary? Had she become jealous that he was the leader of the Jousters now? If that was her problem, he would have been happy to let her have this so-called "honor." It was one he could well do without.
Well, that was what he told himself in frustration, but there were layers and layers of truth there. Part of the truth was that none of the Jousters, not even his original wing, would have accepted her as Lord of the Jousters, when they only grudgingly accepted him. Part of it was that he thought he just might be doing a reasonable job with this—although he dreaded to think what it could be like when and if there were more Jousters than just the few they had. And part of it was that he did like it that people were no longer treating him as a nonentity, nor as a boy who couldn't possibly cope with the responsibility.
The idea that she begrudged him this made him angry.
He'd managed to stew himself up into such a state of irritation that when he'd found a kill for Avatre on the way back, she attacked it with the savagery of a dragon that was starving. In helping her make the kill, he'd managed to work off most of his anger, and got rid of the rest in butchering the remains for Avatre to eat at her second pause on the way back.
Now, though, it was clear he was going to have other concerns.
"I wish they would be less cryptic," he groaned.
"They're priests. I think it is an unwritten law that they must be cryptic at all times," Haraket replied with a half grin. "Let me help you get your girl fed and bedded down," he added, with a glance at the setting sun. "Then we'll get you fed. I envy you those meals in Mefis—"
And that reminded him of Aket-ten and her half-thought-out scheme, and he groaned again. "Oh," he said bitterly. "You would not envy me if you knew what I found when I got there."
He unburdened himself freely to Haraket who, he reckoned, would be the best person to advise him on whatever troubles love affairs might bring his Jousters.
"In the name of Re-Haket!" Haraket swore, when he heard what Aket-ten had been up to. "Now I know why I never took a wife. Women! If it is not one thing, it is another with them. They are more trouble than a cage full of apes, and not nearly as entertaining."
He looked so disgusted that Kiron smothered an involuntary laugh, and he glared at Kiron
"It is not amusing," he growled. "You have not yet needed to separate two men gone so wool-headed over a stupid wench that they went at each other with knives. And that was a mere flute girl, some doe-eyed bit that would have found herself a richer patron within the moon. These—this Queen's Wing—" he made of the name a curse,"—will be full of creatures that cannot be turned out when the sun disk rises. Bah!"
"The Queen's Wing is in the old Jousters' Courts in Mefis," he pointed out mildly. "And we are here."
"And we will stay here," Haraket snorted. "I will not complain again about the lack of bathing rooms, or the food, or the heat, if these things all keep those confounded women out of Aerie!"
He found himself wishing that Aket-ten could be here to hear all this herself It would do her a world of good. He had no doubt that Haraket had a hundred tales of the horror that conflict over a woman could bring into the lives of the Jousters, and he found himself nursing a feeling of grim satisfaction that Aket-ten had failed to investigate this side of her plan.
The cat woke him before dawn. It had been sleeping on his stomach when he went to sleep himself but it must have left for a while because suddenly he woke all at once as his shoulder was hit from behind. He snapped out of dreams, flailing for a moment, before the sound of clawed feet scampering off made him curse and sit up. And just as well, too. Mere moments after the cat had made him a landing platform, some youngster he didn't recognize came stumbling up the stairs, oil lamp in hand, to wake him. Warm light splashed across the stone wall before him, while behind him, his shadow danced, elongated and distorted. "Jouster Kiron!" the boy called, peering into the darkness toward Kiron's sleeping place. "Jouster Kiron! There is a Priest of Haras here to see you! The Blue People brought him!"
That was more than enough to bring him fully awake. "I am coming!" he called, fumbling for his clothing. "Go back and tell him I will be with him in a moment."
"He is at the Temple of Haras," the boy said, and now Kiron thought he recognized the youngster as one of the acolytes of that god. "I will tell him you are on the way." He turned and fumbled his way down the stairs, taking the light with him and leaving Kiron kneeling on his bed, putting on his loinwrap by touch.
It was by no means the first time that Kiron had dressed or left his home in the dark, and for once the cat did not try to trip him on his way out. Feeling his way to the stairs and down them, he kept one hand on the wall as a guide as he passed through Avatre's pen. Avatre hadn't even been disturbed by the intruder; she was still soundly asleep in her warm sands and did not stir as he passed by.
As he stepped out into the canyon that was the "street" here in Aerie, he glanced about at the other dwellings carved into the cliff faces. None showed any light, and a cold wind off the desert made him shiver. Hard to believe in just half a day it would be so hot that anyone sensible would be inside, where the rock walls kept the heat at bay. Evidently what the priest had to say was for his ears alone, at least for now.
Overhead, there was not yet a hint of dawn light, the stars all burned down, brilliant beads of electrum, from where they ornamented the Robe of the goddess Nofet, for whom Great Queen Nofret-te-en had been named. The moon was down already, leaving only Nofet's Robe to give light.
But farther down the avenue, where the several "buildings" stood that had been taken as temples by those priests who had elected to leave the comforts of Mefis and what was left of Alta to establish a home for the gods, there was the warmth of lamp and torchlight reflecting off the carved rock. The temples tended to be illuminated all night long anyway. The work of the temples began early and ended late. For all that Kiron sometimes lamented the hard work of being a Jouster, the work of a priest was harder still.
He trod softly down the sand of the canyon floor, wondering yet again who it could have been that had carved this city out of living stone. The place was still something of a mystery, though they all knew now why it had been abandoned. In digging it out, they had decided that the wreckage had been wrought, not by the hand of time, but by one or several earthshakes very close together. They had found the places where several springs had been buried.
The water sources had been closed up so thoroughly that they must have been completely inaccessible right after the shakes. Although water was now available, it looked as if it had only lately been working its way to the surface.
Those, they had cleared enough that the water seeped up again, into holding pools created from cementing stones together and lining the inside with ceramic tiles, not as the old pools had been, carved out of the rock. In a place like Aerie or Sanctuary, in the heart of the desert, every drop of water was precious. One of the very first things anyone had done here, in fact, was to start securing all the possible sources of water. All the cisterns and cache basins at the tops of the cliffs had been repaired and made ready for any rain. Provisions had been made to keep and use every drop of water; if it was not suitable for drinking, it was saved and went for irrigation.
And, last of all, they had found something they had not yet cleared: what they thought was an entrance to a great underground cavern, like that in Sanctuary, a place where one of the daughters of Great Mother River snaked her way through the cool shadows beneath the rock and sand. That was a discovery without price. If it did prove to be a water cavern, it would mean a very great difference in peoples' lives.
The springs they had found were sufficient for the population they had now—but not for one with the herds and flocks and carefully irrigated plots of garden that a city like this must have to sustain all the people that had once lived here. Only access to a water source like that in Sanctuary could have permitted that many people to live and thrive.
When that source had been cut off in less than a moon the city must have begun to die. Certainly in less than a year it had been abandoned by all but the most stubborn. And, probably within ten years, even they had given up. Certainly not much had been left behind, not even things that would survive such as stone tools or metal objects.
The discoveries had been a stark warning to all of them, he thought as he passed one of the dwellings that had still not been cleaned out, restored, and taken over. They had the example before them; this could happen again. What they would do if it happened, he did not know. So far, all anyone had done was to make sure that no place that people had claimed to live in had any fractures running through the rock. Perhaps that was all anyone could do. Or perhaps someone might have ideas of how things could be reinforced, how they could find ways to make sure the water sources were never cut off again.
A torch burned on either side of the door of the structure that had been claimed by the priests of Haras, and there was light shining through the doorway, though there was no one outside. The two enigmatic carvings on either side of the door stared out and up at the stars. Kiron mounted the three steps between them and entered.
He paused a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light, but was almost immediately approached by the boy who had come to wake him. There was a lot of light in here; torches and lamps burned everywhere, with the scent of incense and perfumed lamp oil that would have told a blind man he was in a temple of some god.
"Priest Them-noh-thet is waiting for you, Jouster Kiron," the boy said, bobbing his head diffidently. "Please—" he gestured toward an inner room.
The places that had been chosen as temples were not much like the ones that Kiron and the others had taken as their own. Here, the ceiling was higher, to accommodate the enormous, stylized statue in the first of the rooms, identical to the ones on either side of the door, a statue that looked enough like a hawk-headed man to satisfy the Priests of Haras. As Kiron knew, the structure was carved three to four times farther back into the rock than the ordinary dwellings, and dividing walls had been built inside to separate the sanctuary from the rest of the temple.
The boy took him to one of those rooms, hardly more than a cubicle, that contained a single lamp, two stools, and a table. One of the stools was already occupied.
Kiron did not recognize the priest, but he was young and looked fit; he'd have had to be fit to make the rigorous crossing of the ground between Aerie and Sanctuary in the short time since the body had been discovered, reported, and investigated at Sanctuary. Only someone on one of the racing camels belonging to the Bedu could have made the trip so quickly, and then only under the careful guidance of one of the Blue People themselves. The racing camels were not noted for a comfortable ride.
"Jouster," said the priest, nodding at the other chair. "I have come on behalf of Sanctuary to beg a favor of you."
That was not what he had expected to hear. He sat down quickly. "Just me, or the Jousters as a whole?"
he asked. "Though, of course, we are all at the service of the temples."
"The Jousters as a whole, at least a few of them, but you specifically," said the priest, both hands clasped together on the table in front of him. "You see, what we discovered when we attempted to trace the path of that unfortunate guard, was… nothing."
Kiron blinked; that didn't make a lot of sense. He was vaguely aware of a chant beginning out in the main room. The first rituals of morning must have just begun. This must be grave indeed for the priest to be here, and not out there, among his fellows. "Nothing? I am not sure that I grasp what you are saying."
"We found no trace of his passage, nor of any links to any border stations. It is as if he had never existed. When we made the assumption that he had come from the nearest border outpost and we had the Far-Sighted examine the place, we also found—nothing." The priest paused significantly. "It is empty. There are no guards, no animals, no one and nothing in the settlement that supports it. There is no trace that anyone ever lived there, not so much as a single sacred cat."
Kiron's mouth went dry. How was this possible?
"Now, we are not entirely certain that the Far-Sighted are Seeing this correctly," the Priest went on. "It could be that someone with magic is interfering with them. The Mouth of the Gods has no guidance on the subject, and is as baffled as the rest of us. We would like you to take however many Jousters you think necessary and fly there to investigate."
He nodded quickly; it seemed the only possible plan. Whatever was going on, this death could not be the result of a simple quarrel. "We can do that. We cannot get there in a single day, however—"
Them-noh-thet waved away Kiron's cautionary words. "No one expects you to. But by dragon you can go there much faster than anyone else. And you and your senior riders have had some experience with Magi. I am to come with you if you have any dragons that can carry two. I am—" Kiron saw his jaw tense "—highly conversant with dark magics. I can protect you from them, and if there has been any such thing employed there, I may be able to detect the traces."