Daughter of the Empire

by Raymond E. Feist

  Mara had seen the shift of the concubine's weight. Already rolling as Teani piled into her, she dropped her shoulder under the thrust. The knife struck harmlessly into cushions.

  As the concubine twisted the weapon free, Mara recovered her breath. 'Shimizu! Help! For your master's honour!' She rolled again, the flash of the blade a hairs-breadth from her groin.

  Teani uttered a furious curse and slashed at her enemy's throat.

  Mara blocked with a wrestler's move, but only for a moment. The concubine was larger than she, and anger lent her strength. Sliding, twisting, struggling for her life upon the floor, Mara managed a desperate cry to Nacoya. 'Get help. If I die in front of witnesses, Jingu is ruined and Ayaki will survive!'

  The old nurse fled. Teani shrieked wordlessly in frustration. Possessed utterly by hatred, she rammed Mara bapkwards against the tiles. The knife dipped. Mara's grip began to give, and the blade trembled lower, nearer and nearer to her exposed throat.

  Suddenly a shadow loomed overhead. Armour flashed in the moonlight, and hands seized Teani from behind. Mara's hold broke with a jerk as the concubine was yanked backwards, the knife still in her hand.

  Shimizu hauled his lover up by the hair, like a hunter's kill. 'You must be an Anasati spy,' he said bitterly. 'Why else would you harm this woman, and see my master shamed beyond redemption?'

  Teani met her lover's accusation with a glare of sultry defiance. Then she twisted like a serpent and rammed the knife towards his heart.

  Shimizu spun and took the blade against the wristband on his arm. The edge glanced off, opening a slight wound. Wild with rage, he flung away the concubine who had betrayed him. She staggered gracelessly backwards and caught a heel on the track that secured the screens. The balcony lay beyond, the railing a silhouette against the moonlit surface,of the lake. Teani flailed, off balance, and stumbled against supports already weakened for murder. The railing cracked and gave way with the softest whisper of sound. The concubine twisted, horror robbing her of grace, as she clawed to regain the balcony. Mara's breath caught in her throat, even as the weakened boards splintered from under Teani's feet. The sound was a death knell. Teani knew, as she tottered, that the glazed tiles of' the courtyard awaited below; the body found broken in the morning would be hers, and not that of her enemy.

  'No!' Her shout echoed over the lake as the last board collapsed beneath her. She did not scream. As she plunged through the darkness, she cried, 'I curse you - ' and then her body struck the tiles. Mara closed her eyes. Still clenching a drawn sword, Shimizu stood stunned and tormented. The woman he had cherished lay dead below.

  The moonlight shone uninterrupted across a vacant expanse of balcony, framed by broken supports. Mara shivered and stirred, then raised stunned eyes to the warrior, who seemed locked like a statue in grief. 'What happened to my honour guard?' she asked.

  Shimizu seemed not to hear. He turned half-dazed from the balcony and bent unfriendly eyes upon Mara. 'You will provide evidence that Teani was an Anasati spy, my Lady.'

  Mara pushed damp hair from her face, too shaken and too preoccupied to react to the threat in his tone. Her goal, vengeance for her father, her brother, and even Papewaio, lay very close at hand. If only she could wring an admission from Shimizu - the Strike Leader could not hope to hide the fact that he had been forced to kill Teani to defend the oath of guest safety. Since the concubine had initiated the attack, Jingu could be accused of betrayal; for upon Mara's arrival half the guests present had overheard his announcement that Teani was a privileged member of his household.

  Shimizu took a threatening step forward. 'Where is your proof?'

  Mara looked up, relief at her own survival making her careless in her reply. 'But I have no proof. Teani was an Anasati spy, but my claim of written evidence was only a gambler's bluff.'

  Shimizu glanced quickly to either side, and with a jolt of renewed dread, Mara remembered. Nacoya had left to find help. No observers remained to witness whatever happened in the room.

  'Where is Arakasi?' she repeated, unable to hide the fear in her voice.

  Shimizu stepped forward. His manner changed from stunned horror to resolve, and his fingers tightened on his weapon. 'You have no further need of an honour guard, Lady of the Acoma.'

  Mara retreated, her feet tangling in cushions. 'Warrior, after all that has passed this night, would you dare compromise the honour of your master beyond doubt?'

  Shimizu's expression remained stony as he lifted his sword. 'Who is to know? If I say that you killed Teani, and I was honour-bound to defend her, there are no other witnesses to challenge me.'

  Mara kicked clear of the cushions. Shimizu advanced another step, backing her helplessly against the carry boxes. Terrified by his passionate logic, and chilled by realization that his mad, clever plan might create enough confusion to spare Jingu's honour, she tried to stall him with words. 'Then you killed Arakasi?'

  Shimizu leaped across the massed expanse of cushions. 'Lady, he sought to keep me from my duty.'

  His blade rose, glittering in the moonlight. Out of resources, and cornered without hope, Mara drew the small knife she kept hidden in her sleeve.

  She raised her hand to throw, and Shimizu sprang. He struck with the flat of his sword; smashed from her grasp, the knife rattled across the floor and lay beyond reach by the balcony doors.

  The sword rose again. Mara threw herself to the floor. Darkened by the shadow of her attacker, she screamed, 'Nacoya!' while silently beseeching Lashima's protection for Ayaki, and the continuance of the Acoma line.

  But the old nurse did not answer. Shimizu's sword whistled downward. Mara twisted, bruising herself against the carry boxes as the blade sliced into the sleeping mat. Mara struggled, pinned helplessly against unyielding boxes of goods. The next cut from Shimizu's sword would end her life.

  But suddenly another sword rose over Shimizu's head. This weapon was familiar, and ineptly handled as it carved a shining arc in the moonlight and crashed upon the neck of her attacker. Shimizu's hands loosened. His sword wavered, then fell from his fingers, to splash point first through the leather side of a carry box.

  Mara screamed as the huge warrior toppled, his plumes raking her side as he crashed upon the floor. One pace behind, and staggering to a stop, Arakasi employed the sword he had lately used as a club for a prop to steady himself. He managed a drunk-looking bow. 'My Lady.'

  Blood flowed from a scalp wound, down the side of his face and along his jaw, the result of a blow that must have knocked him unconscious in the corridor. Mara caught her breath with a soft cry, half-relief, half-terror. 'You look a fright.'

  The Spy Master wiped at his face and his hand came away red. He managed the ghost of a grin. 'I dare say I do.'

  Mara struggled with partial success to regain her poise. Reaction left her giddy. 'You have to be the first man to wear the plumes of an Acoma officer who does not know the edge from the flat of the blade. I am afraid Shimizu will sport a bruise as handsome as any he gave you, come morning.'

  Arakasi shrugged, his expression caught between triumph and deep personal grief. 'Had he lived, Papewaio intended to improve my technique. His shade will have to be satisfied with the ruin of the Minwanabi instead.' Then, as if he had admitted a grief he might rather have kept to himself, the Spy Master silently helped his mistress to her feet.

  Voices sounded in the corridor. Indignant and shrill, the words of Jingu and his son Desio carried clearly over the confused tones of the guests. Mara straightened her disarranged robes. She bent, dislodged Shimizu's sword from the carry box, and met the crowd of nobles and servants as a true daughter of the Acoma.

  Jingu stamped explosively through the opened screen. 'What has happened here?' He stopped, open-mouthed at the sight of his prone Strike Leader, then glared wrathfully at the Lady of the Acoma. 'You have brought treachery to my house.'

  Onlookers crowded around, their clothing disarrayed from their hasty rush from their sleeping mats. Mara ignored them. She bowed
with formal grace and placed Shimizu's sword at the feet of the Lord of the Minwanabi. ‘I swear by my life and the name of my ancestors that the treachery done is not mine. Your concubine Teani tried to kill me, and for love of her your Strike Leader Shimizu lost his wits. My honour guard, Arakasi, was forced to intervene. He barely saved my life. Is this the way the Minwanabi answer for the safety of their guests?'

  A murmur arose from the onlookers, the voice of the Lord of the Ekamchi loudest among them. 'The warrior is not dead! When he rouses, he might say the Acoma tell lies under oath.'

  Jingu gestured irritably for silence. He glared at Mara with pale, cold eyes. 'As my servant Teani lies dead on the tiles below, I would hear what my officer Shimizu has to say upon this matter.'

  Mara gave no sign that, by implying that she had lied under oath, Jingu had offered gravest insult. No honour could be gained by reacting to the words of a condemned man; and all present understood that if Mara's charge were proved, the Lord of the Minwanabi would have no standing among them. His honour would be as dust, and his influence in the Game of the Council come to nothing.

  'My First Adviser, Nacoya, witnessed the attack by the concubine.' Mara summoned every scrap of poise she had learned from the sisters at the temple. 'Your own Strike Leader had to defend me to protect your honour. Had Teani not fallen to her death below, I would have had to kill her with my own hands to save myself.'

  Someone by the door murmured a comment in her favour. Outraged, Desio pushed forward, only to be shoved aside by the hand of his father. Jingu dared a smile, like a dog who has stolen meat and escaped receiving the blame. 'Lady Mara, if you have no other witness, you have no accusation to make. For if Shimizu says that you attacked Teani, and he came to her defence, and you say that Teani attacked you, and Arakasi came to yours, the case rests upon the word of your First Adviser against that of my Strike Leader. They are of equal rank, and by law their word carries equal weight. Who among us can determine which of them is lying?'

  Mara had no answer. Frustrated, aching, and furious to discover herself unable to prove the truth, she regarded the enemy who had ruined her father and brother, and whose ancestors had caused her ancestors generation after generation of grief. Her face showed no expression as she said, 'You balance the honour of the Minwanabi upon a slender thread, Lord Jingu. One day soon it will snap.'

  Jingu laughed, a full-throated sound that eclipsed a smaller disturbance by the entrance. Mara saw beyond him and felt a moment of triumph so fierce it felt like the pain of a sword withdrawn. Through the screen, parting a way through the packed bodies of the onlookers, came Nacoya. Behind her walked Almecho with two black-robed figures at his side.

  The Warlord glanced about the room, observing the mayhem that had visited the guest suite given to Mara. 'By the gods,' he exclaimed with a laugh, 'what has occurred? A storm in the house, from the look of things.'

  Jingu returned a bitter smile. 'An attack, my Lord, but there seems little agreement on just who assaulted whom first.' He added a theatrical shrug. 'I'm afraid we'll never get to the heart of this, as Lady Mara's First Adviser - out of admirable if misplaced loyalty - will lie to support her Lady's tale. It will be her word against Shimizu's. I expect we'll have to let the entire matter pass.'

  Almecho's eyebrows rose in malicious reproof. 'Oh, really? I don't think we need let any slight of honour pass, Jingu. Just so there is no cloud on your good name - not to mention any shame to spoil my birthday celebration -I'll ask my companions to lend a hand.' He turned to the two black-robed figures at his side and spoke to the first. 'Elgahar, can you sort this matter out?'

  A dispassionate voice answered. 'Of course, my Lord.' As Jingu's face drained of colour, the magician continued, 'We can prove without doubt who is lying and who is speaking truth.'

  Almecho's eyes travelled from Lady Mara's face to Jingu's with poisonous amusement. 'Good,' he said softly. 'Let us separate the guilty from the innocent.'

  17

  Revenge

  Elgahar demanded silence.

  Conversations fell to a murmur, then subsided to total stillness as the guests of the Lord of the Minwanabi crowded themselves into the room where Teani had fallen to her death. Shimizu had regained consciousness. Seated now at the feet of his Lord, he regarded the Great One with impassive eyes.

  Mara sat opposite, Nacoya and Arakasi at her side. Her honour guard had cleaned the blood from his face, but he had made no other effort to refresh himself. A few of the guests had sent slaves to bring robes to cover their sleeping attire, but most had not troubled with appearances. Piqued by curiosity, all waited with keen anticipation for the demonstration of the Great One's magic.

  The moon shone brightly over the broken rail of the gallery. Bathed in its coppery light, the Great One lowered his arms. 'I will require clear space around all areas where the action occurred, and no people standing in the doorway.'

  Sandals shuffled on waxed wood as the guests did Elgahar's bidding. The Warlord placed himself behind the Lord of the Minwanabi, and Mara saw him lean down and whisper. Jingu returned what was meant as an offhand smile, but the result was forced and stiff. No Lord in the Empire truly understood the powers of those in the Assembly of Magicians; the ability of this Great One to cast a spell for truth seemed to bring little comfort to the Lord of the Minwanabi. The magic might easily catch Mara in a lie, and then the Acoma would be ruined, but other possibilities occurred to Jingu. Teani's unpredictable nature had been part of her appeal to him; and her hatred of Mara was no secret.

  The Great One positioned himself by the door. His robes blended like ink into shadow, leaving his face and hands visible as a pale blur. When he spoke, his words rang like a voice beyond the bounds of human understanding. The innocent, the guilty, and onlookers alike shrank from the sound. 'We stand upon the site of violent acts,' Elgahar said to those gathered to witness his magic. 'Resonance of intense passion creates echoes in the other-world, that state, of energy which parallels reality. My spell shall call forth these echoes in visible form, and all eyes will see what occurred between the servants of the Minwanabi and his guest, Mara of the Acoma.'

  He fell silent. The hood eclipsed his features as he stood for a moment in total stillness, then tipped his head towards the ceiling. He gestured in the air with one hand and began an incantation so low that even those standing closest could not decipher the words. Mara sat like a temple statue, barely aware of the vague rise and fall of the magician's voice. The spell he shaped affected her strangely, as if a force touched her inner self and separated a piece of her spirit. At her side, Arakasi stirred sharply, as if he, too, felt the pull of the magic.

  A soft glow arose in the centre of the room, over the torn expanse of the cushions. Mara watched with wondering eyes as a vague, transparent image of herself appeared, seated as she had been in the hour of Teani's arrival. An ice-pale spectre attended her, and all recognized the wizened form of Nacoya.

  The guests murmured in amazement. Nacoya, seeing herself, turned her face away and gestured a sign against evil. The Great One gave no notice. His incantation ended abruptly, and he lifted his hands; framed in the spill of the moonlight, the glowing figures began to move.

  The scene unfolded in ghostly clarity, soundless, and fragile as light reflected in water. Mara saw herself speak, and a flicker of movement appeared within the doorway. The Great One stood motionless, even as the outline of Teani entered, passing clean through his body as if he had been made of air.

  The nearest guests gave way in alarm, and more than one exclaimed aloud. But the spectre of the concubine remained oblivious. Ghostly in her beauty, she retraced her steps of the hour before and advanced to the cushions before Mara. The images of both women sat and spoke; Mara regarded her own form, amazed to realize how calm she had seemed before Teani. Even now, the recreation of the scene caused her heart to beat quickly, and her palms to sweat. The recollection of her terrible doubt nearly overwhelmed her still. But none of this had showed to Teani's
eyes; and the guests who observed the fruits of the Great One's magic themselves gained the impression of a supremely confident young woman confronting one of inferior rank. To Mara it was now easy to understand why the concubine had fallen for the bluff and believed evidence existed that proved she was a spy of the Anasati.

  Next all in the room saw Teani call out to Shimizu beyond the door. Though her image made no sound, the lips could easily be read, and a moment later the Strike Leader appeared. The words of the exchange could not be guessed, but Teani's expression shifted, becoming so animal and basic that several guests gasped in surprise. Shimizu abruptly left the frame of the spell, and all in the room saw Teani draw a knife from her sleeve. With no visible provocation, she launched herself from the cushions, striking out at the figure of Mara. Whatever claim Jingu might offer in defence, now no doubt remained that a servant of the Minwanabi had attacked the Lady of the Acoma. The Lord of the Minwanabi's surety of safety was broken.

  For the first time any Lord of the Empire could recall, Jingu showed pallor in public. Perspiration appeared upon his upper lip, while before him the drama of the hour before continued to unfold. The Strike Leader Shimizu re-entered the room, and after a brief and bitter struggle received a wound from her knife. All stared in fascination as he hurled the concubine through the doorway. Wooden railings shattered in soundless impact; and Teani fell to her death, leaving only a spectral impression of a face contorted with hatred, horror, and desperate fear imprinted in the memories of the guests. For an instant the crowded room seemed suspended and motionless. Then, assuming the drama was concluded, a few guests murmured appalled remarks. Mara stole the moment to glance at the Lord of the Minwanabi.

  His expression showed calculation, and his small eyes, faint hope. If Teani had acted the renegade, then Shimizu had preserved his honour in killing her; should the image stop here, he was safe. But the face of the Great One showed neither sternness nor sympathy beneath the dark shadow of his hood. His spell continued to unreel, and in the midst of the chamber the Minwanabi Strike Leader spun into a battle crouch and advanced upon the Lady of the Acoma.