The Beggars of Nebreth City
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When 15-year-old Tassatina was adopted by Princess Niari, she expected her life to be different. She had fine clothes and an education, she was waited on and treated like royalty. She was even awarded her own title of nobility; Baroness Tassatina. It was all wonderful dream.
But now, it’s become a nightmare.
Tassi has been accused of trying to assassinate the Queen of Nebreth and condemned to death without even a trial. At the same time, rumours surface that Niari and Carlitha may have put her up to it so they can seize the throne. And, of course, many people distrust sorceresses on principle.
Niari breaks Tassi out of prison before the sentence of death can be carried out, and now Tassi, Niari and Carlitha are all on the run, trying to avoid their brother the King and his soldiers until such time as they can prove their innocence. So, why are they living as beggars on the streets of Nebreth City, right under their brother’s nose?
Ashley Abbiss
Hello there. I’m Ashley Abbiss. I live and write in beautiful New Zealand, where I live with one large dog, who looks nothing like Friend from my Daughters of Destiny books. She is, however, almost as intelligent and definitely as opinionated, and if she can’t quite speak in the way Friend does to Niari, that doesn’t really hold her back much!I write fantasy, mostly of the epic variety. Let me say right up front that if you’re looking for a quick read, you’re in the wrong place. But if you like a substantial, satisfying story that you can really get your teeth into, stick with me. I may have something you’ll enjoy. There’s no graphic sex in my books. If that’s what you want, you’ll have to look elsewhere. There is violence, and there is swearing, though mostly of the ‘s/he swore’ variety, nothing overly graphic or offensive. I also write about strong, independent female characters, so if your taste runs to something more macho, or something more frilly and helpless, this may not be the place for you. I’ve always loved wandering in different worlds, be they fantasy or science fiction, although lately I tend to prefer fantasy. The only proviso is that they have to be believable worlds, worlds that feel real, that have depth and scope – and they must, absolutely must be fun to visit. I read for escape and entertainment, and I don’t really want to escape from this world into one even grimmer. Trouble, tension, and danger I can deal with, what sort of story would there be without them? Where would Pern be without Thread, Frodo without Sauron, Harry Potter without Voldemort? But there has to be hope, and there has to be a light touch. Happy ever after does have a lot going for it, even if initially it’s only a very small light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. My personal favourites include Tolkien's Lord of the Rings trilogy, Anne McCaffrey’s Pern series, and the fantasies of David Eddings, and lately, they’ve been joined by J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and a few others. Of those, David Eddings was probably my greatest inspiration.I began to wonder if I could create my own world, one just as believable and multi-layered as theirs. Could I create a world with its own history, geography, social structure, deities, and all the rest? One that hung together? That a reader could believe in? It became a challenge, one I really wanted to see if I could meet. So I dusted off my writing skills, learned a few more, cranked up the imagination, and got busy. I’d always been good at creative writing, but though I’d made a few attempts to write after I left school, none of them came to anything. That was until I started writing fantasy. Suddenly, I knew I’d come home. I quickly discovered that I’m not the sort of writer who can plan a book (or a world!) before I start. I just can’t do it. But I can create characters, and suddenly the characters took on a reality of their own and took over the stories, often to the extent that they actually surprised me. And the stories worked. Their world worked. Sometimes I had to go back and fix the odd contradiction, but mostly it worked and was very natural and organic. Even though my first attempts were pitiful, I knew I’d found where I belong. I persevered, I learned, I wrote. I discovered that the characters are key for me. Once I get them right, they tell their own story. I was away. There were dark days during which my stories became my refuge, my characters my friends. And I kept writing. There were happy times when I didn’t need a refuge, but my characters were still my friends, and they drew me inexorably back. I kept writing. And now, I hope my characters may become your friends too, my worlds ones where you also like to walk; perhaps even your refuge from dark days. Come join me in a world where magic is real and the gods are near, where beasts talk and men and women achieve things they never dreamed they could. But most of all, come and have fun! Happy reading.Ash.
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The Beggars of Nebreth City - Ashley Abbiss
CHAPTER ONE
There was a frost coming down. The air was brittle with it, the stones of the parapet glittered blackly in the moonlight. The stars were as hard and as cold as daggers, the thousand merciless eyes of an unforgiving universe. Rozvin tucked her pike under her arm and blew on her frozen fingers, trying vainly to warm them.
She had perfectly good gloves issued by the Temple, fur-lined and cosy, but they weren’t much use to her sitting on the table in her room in the barracks. Cursing herself for a fool, she pulled her hat down a bit more snugly over her ears. At least she had remembered to bring that.
She walked briskly, eager to reach the guardhouse. At least that was out of the weather. There was even a brazier. It wasn’t exactly cosy, since of course the arrow slits were unglazed, but at least she could thaw her hands out a bit and make tea. Rozvin was looking forward to a cup of tea. Maybe even soup, if she was lucky.
The kitchen usually sent up bread hot from the ovens at about this time, and sometimes soup, if there was any left over from the night before. It was a nice treat, one of the few things that made night watch bearable, especially at this time of year, when you could almost count on being either half frozen or half drowned by the time the dawn shift arrived to relieve you.
Three hours until then, she reckoned with a sigh, looking up at the sky. It felt like forever. Rozvin hated this midnight to dawn watch with a passion. The rest of the job, though, wasn’t bad. Being a member of the Atriosine Temple Guard, even a lowly new recruit, carried a certain amount of prestige with it, and Rozvin found that rather nice.
The training was excellent. She had realised early on that she had an opportunity here to learn a great deal about her chosen profession, and she was determined to take full advantage of it. It was a good job, with real prospects for advancement if she worked hard, and she knew she was lucky to have it.
She liked the uniform, although in truth it was not so much the uniform itself that appealed to her, but the fact of wearing one. She was feminine enough to take pleasure in the fact that the sky blue pants and tunic with the golden sun effigy on the breast and the maroon shoulder cape looked very well on her, but that wasn’t what counted.
What did was that wearing the uniform gave her a sense of belonging, almost of family, and that was something she held very dear. Rozvin had left the land of her birth and come here to Falodirian less than a year ago. Her family, her friends, everything that was dear and familiar to her had been left behind. In truth, she’d had little choice, since she was an outcast in her own land.
But she was an alien here, too, a stranger in a strange land, with strange people and strange new customs. She was managing to make a place for herself, but it had been a trying time. Belonging to the Temple Guard gave her a place to belong; a replacement, poor though it was, for the tribe and the family she had left behind. Wearing the uniform, therefore, meant a great deal to her. It was, in her eyes, a kind of badge of membership, an affirmation that she did, indeed, belong.
She rounded another corner of the battlements. A torch in a metal sconce burned at the corner, and she stopped for a moment to warm her frozen hands at the flame. Turning back to continue on her way, she looked out over the roofs of the sleeping city to the far horizon where the sky of black glass with its dagger-point stars met an earth that looked just as hard-edged and inhospitable. Oh well, she thought, look on the bright side. At least it wasn’t raining. That was something to be grateful for. Wasn’t it?
She resumed her patrol but stopped in her tracks as the sky above the horizon was lit by a sudden flare of light. One, two, three shooting stars descended from the heavens in a triple streak of incandescence to disappear behind the far hills. Rozvin’s breath caught in her throat, and a little shiver of superstitious fear ran up her spine.
In her native culture shooting stars were powerful omens, and three was the number of instability and change. An omen of warning then. But warning of what? That was the worst of omens. They were notoriously non-specific, and what was the good of being told you should be afraid when you didn’t know what to be afraid of?
And this particular omen was especially unsettling. Rozvin had just begun to get her life on track. Instability and change were the last things she needed. She had a sudden vision of herself standing at the edge of an abyss with the ground crumbling from beneath her feet even as she tried to scramble back from the edge.
She told herself not to be stupid, that the omen had nothing do with her personally, but somewhere deep in her gut, the conviction remained. Somehow, with a knowledge deeper and more primitive than anything reason could overcome, Rozvin knew that the life she had so painstakingly built for herself was under threat, and there was nothing at all she could do about this crumbling cliff of fate except to hope that not too many things were irretrievably broken when she landed at the bottom of it.
Apprehension twisted her gut, and it was several moments before she felt able to go on. With a sense of the essential unfairness of life, she deliberately turned her back on the place where the stars had dived toward the earth and continued on her way, determined to concentrate solely on her duty for the rest of the night. Tomorrow, when she had rested and was refreshed - well, as refreshed as she ever felt on this shift - would be the time to consider what the omen might mean and what, if anything, she could do to avert total disaster.
There wasn’t soup when she reached the guardhouse, but there were spicy buns with rich yellow butter, which as far as Rozvin was concerned was the next best thing. The tea was good and hot, and she wrapped her hands around her mug to warm them, and between warm hands and a full belly, life began to seem worth the effort again.
The remainder of her shift passed more quickly than she had anticipated, and almost before she knew it the next shift had arrived to take over the watch. Rozvin climbed wearily down from the parapet and began to make her way across the temple compound. But instead of heading for the women’s barracks, she turned the other way, towards the men’s quarters.
One of the things that made life in Atriosa attractive was a guard named Gof. It had occurred to Rozvin an hour or two ago that a pleasant romp with Gof might warm her blood and help her to unwind before bed, and the idea had grown more and more attractive as the night wore on.
She was halfway there when she remembered that Gof wouldn’t be there. Illness had forced a reshuffling of the roster. Right now, he would be starting a shift in the prison compound. Rozvin uttered a few choice curses, looked about her for a moment, then started purposefully off in the direction of the baths.
They were another perk of the job that made her glad she was here. They weren’t quite as good as Gof, of course, but they should help her to warm up and relax a bit. Rozvin had never seen anything like them. A large stone building housed three great pools of water, kept at a constant temperature by a system of pipes that pumped water heated by great furnaces to the pools and let cooled and dirty water flow out again.
No matter the time of the day or night, one could always enjoy a bath, cool, warm, or hot, depending on which pool one chose. Bathing was free to anyone who served within the temple compound, and towels were provided, but one could also purchase from the attendants a range of soaps, oils and perfumes, a shave, a haircut, a massage, or even, in the case of the men, the attentions of a Consecrated Woman, one of the prostitutes who served as priestesses of Atrios in his guise as god of love.
A pity, thought Rozvin sourly, that there were no Consecrated Men. But there were, of course. They were the priests of Atrios as god of the sun, but they were no good to her. Though she had heard that there had been a recent change of policy, they were all celibate until the new laws were ratified.
Rozvin spared a moment to reflect on the contradiction of prostitute priestesses and celibate priests. Although the conditions of her employment did not include a requirement that she worship Atrios, she did attend temple now and again when her duties permitted. But she seriously doubted that she would ever feel any great reverence for a god as fickle as Atrios seemed to be.
The bath house was virtually deserted at this early hour, which suited Rozvin just fine. Communal bathing had its features, but it could get noisy and crowded at times, and right now she wanted peace and quiet. She invested a few pennies in a cake of sweet-smelling soap, disrobed, and chose the hottest pool.
As well as each being a different temperature, she had discovered, the pools had their own gradients, hotter near the inlet, slightly cooler at the other end where the water flowed out again. Rozvin usually preferred to stay at the cooler end, but today she made straight for the hottest part of the pool, submerged herself up to her neck, and wallowed.
She was chilled right through, so much so that she actually welcomed the sting of the heat against her skin and the tingling pain in her fingers and toes as the circulation re-established itself. Not until she began to feel uncomfortably overheated did she retreat to the cooler part of the pool and begin to make use of her cake of soap.
Ah, so the person who said I’d find you here did know what he was talking about,
a voice said.
Rozvin, who had just surfaced from rinsing her hair, blinked in surprise.
Sparrow?
she said, peering through the rising steam.
A small, dark-skinned and dark-haired woman approached the edge of the pool.
It’s a miserable day out there,
she said by way of greeting.
She was wrapped to the ears in a woollen cloak and fur-lined hood, but even so, her face looked pinched with cold.
There’s an overcast coming in, and they’re saying it won’t warm up much all day. I thought it was supposed to be spring.
We’re having a cold snap,
Rozvin informed her. You should have come last week. It was beautiful then.
At least it’s warmer in here than outside,
Sparrow said, emerging a little more from her wrappings.
Rozvin grinned. It’s even warmer in here. Come join me.
Sparrow needed no further urging. In a matter of moments, her clothes had been deposited in an unceremonious heap on the floor and she was sliding down into the water beside Rozvin. The two women, one small and compact with black skin and hair and green eyes, the other long-limbed and fair-skinned with blue-grey eyes and copper-coloured hair, wallowed companionably for a while, chatting desultorily about nothing in particular, before Sparrow abruptly sat up.
Do you have soap?
she asked.
Rozvin handed over her cake, and Sparrow began a vigorous toilet. Instead of ducking under the water to rinse herself off, she chose to splash water up over her shoulders.
Rozvin laughed. You really do look like a sparrow!
Sparrow’s answer was to alter the direction of her next splash.
Hey!
Rozvin protested, shaking water out of her eyes, and immediately launched a counter-offensive.
Sparrow, of course, splashed back, and a moment later a full-blown water fight was under way. It was fairly short but definitely enthusiastic. Attendants arrived to investigate the noise, then withdrew, grinning, before they, too, were drenched.
It’s just as well we’re the only ones here,
Sparrow said, looking around when at last they wound down. I wouldn’t want to shock anyone.
Rozvin laughed. They’d probably have joined in. Most of them, anyway. Some of the priests can be a bit stuffy, but then, they don’t usually bathe with us. They have their own special time.
Do they? A bit elitist, isn’t it?
They’re afraid they might see a naked woman and taint their purity; or something. Some of them even disapprove of women in the Guard, though they don’t seem to mind them as servants, I’ve noticed,
Rozvin said sourly.
Sparrow frowned. I thought all that nonsense about not having anything to do with women was over and done with. Didn’t some seer or other dream that Atrios had abolished celibacy?
Yes, but it hasn’t been ratified yet. They’re still investigating.
Rozvin pulled a wry face. They’re not exactly hurrying, from what I’ve heard. Some of the younger ones are awfully keen, of course, but for the rest, I think the concept scares them silly.
Sparrow laughed. I suppose it is rather difficult to change one’s concept of holiness.
She looked at Rozvin. It’s good to see you again, my sister.
It’s good to see you too,
Rozvin said, embracing the other woman warmly. But what are you doing here? I thought you were back in your home village weaving tapestries.
Sparrow sighed. I was. But I couldn’t settle. Too much has happened to me, Rozvin. There’s a restlessness in me that was never there before. The elders were reluctant because there’s a shortage of good weavers, but in the end, they realised it was no good, and they let me go. I miss it, to be honest. Perhaps one day I’ll be able to do it again, but not right now.
I would have happily learnt to weave, if it meant I belonged,
Rozvin said in a voice tinged with bitterness. But they wouldn’t have me.
Of course they would. You’re a tribe member, and any tribe member must be trained in the profession of their choice.
Rozvin looked at Sparrow sadly. Don’t kid yourself, my sister. Your tribesmen may be forced to acknowledge me as an Eriathite and a tribe member, but they’ll never accept me. They resent me, and they resent you for adopting me, and not even your Ancestors can change that.
Sparrow opened her mouth, closed it again, and made a gesture of resignation with her hands. I’m sorry, Rozvin.
Rozvin waved that aside. Not your fault.
I only wanted to help.
You did. You gave me a tribe, even if they don’t want me, and a nationality. In fact, when you get right down to it, it’s thanks to you that I have this job because without a nationality I wouldn’t have been taken on. You gave me a future, Sparrow, and you gave me your friendship, and I really don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you.
There was an awkward silence for a moment before Sparrow cleared her throat.
And are you happy here?
she asked.
Rozvin grinned. Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. I’ve got a good job, with the best training there is, and my prospects for advancement must be fairly good. After all, not many of us are personally recommended by the High Priest himself. I’ve even got a lover. Nothing super serious, but we have fun together.
She kicked her long legs idly in the water. I can make a good life for myself here, Sparrow. I feel as though I’m finally getting my life sorted out.
She firmly ignored the apprehensive knot that tightened again in her belly as the spectre of those shooting stars appeared in her mind.
I’m really pleased for you, Rozvin,
Sparrow said.
Thanks,
Rozvin said. But you still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.
Actually, I’m on my way to Nebreth City.
Oh?
I’m serving a term as a guard for the missionaries.
From what I’ve heard, they need it.
Sparrow smiled. I suppose we can hardly expect the New Elithimites to just stand by and watch us undermine their religion. There have been some quite serious attacks, and if anything, the situation is becoming worse. That’s why the council of chiefs has decided to send out more warriors to increase the guard on the speakers.
Rozvin’s eyes narrowed. That suggests they must be having an impact.
Oh, yes. We send only our best orators, of course, and when they stand up there and tell people how Elithim enslaved our people and destroyed them, they make an impression. Elithim is losing followers.
And the missionaries aren’t intimidated by the prospect of violence?
Not at all. Strange, isn’t it? Our people have spent generations being ashamed of our history, and now here we are competing for the right to risk life and limb to tell the world about it.
Competing?
Mmhmm.
You mean literally?
Oh yes. They’ve instituted a new contest at the festivals, a speaking contest, and the winners get to become missionaries. And believe me, competition is fierce.
Amazing.
Not really. We Eriathites can be pretty proud and pigheaded, but now that we’ve learned to see this as a way of thanking Maras for saving us, everyone wants to be a part of it.
Even though it’s dangerous and from what you say, getting more so?
Especially now. The danger convinces people that what we’re doing is really important. Part of the story of our downfall is about how the followers of Maras who stood against the evil were persecuted for their pains, remember. It’s bred a kind of masochistic streak into us, so that serving Maras well is synonymous with persecution. We tend to think that if we aren’t persecuted we can’t be doing it right.
You don’t really mean that!
Actually, I do, you know. I don’t mean that we go out of our way to be persecuted or anything, but we do tend to have that sort of attitude to it. Persecution is a sort of badge of honour.
Takes all kinds, I guess,
Rozvin said, shaking her head. Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ve had about enough of soaking. Let’s get dressed and continue this in my room.
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About time you dropped by.
Cazovania, goddess of the earth and of fertility, formerly known as the Earth Mother, looked up as her daughter Warin, goddess of destiny, fortune, and prophecy, entered the sacred grove where Cazovania lived. I haven’t seen you for quite some time.
Cazovania waved a hand and a table appeared, laden with a steaming teapot, cups, plates, and a plate of cakes.
I’ve been busy,
Warin said.
Fooling with Ker, no doubt,
Cazovania said, curling her lip. When you ought to be getting on with your work.
I’ve been working, Mother. I’ve just finished a prophecy for Morv, and…
She trailed off as her mother fixed her with a look.
But you haven’t done a thing about Niari and Keladryn yet. Don’t you think that’s getting a little bit urgent?
Warin spread her hands helplessly. I’d love to be doing something about it, Mother, but Uncle Atrios absolutely refuses to let me proceed without him.
So?
He’s sulking,
Warin said. He refuses to speak to me.
Cazovania sighed. What is it this time?
There’s a servant of his, Tassatina, a sorceress. As you know, we need a team to bridge the gap between Niari and Carlitha and company being active and their children being old enough to take over the working out of the Plan.
Warin scrubbed at her face with her hands.
Tassatina was always meant to be one of that team, but, as usual, it was up to me to formally ask Uncle for her. You know how he always insists on that. I was quite agreeably surprised when he agreed without his usual performance. Normally, he does everything he can to make me feel obliged and as though he’s doing us an enormous favour, even though we all agreed to all this centuries ago. Anyway, this time he was almost eager to agree.
I think I see where this is going,
Cazovania said in a resigned voice.
Warin nodded. It turned out he’d hoped he could trade Tassatina for Keladryn, which of course is totally ridiculous. Not only do I not have the authority to strike any such bargain, it’s actually no bargain at all. Tassi was promised centuries ago, and her destiny’s been set for almost as long, so all he’s doing is offering to give me what I already have. But, when I pointed that out and insisted that Keladryn still had to be the father of Niari’s children, he threw a tantrum and stormed out, and he hasn’t spoken to me since. Until he gets over it there’s nothing I can do. You can just imagine the uproar if I start work without him.
He is such a child!
Cazovania said angrily. Honestly, sometimes he makes me embarrassed to have to claim him as my brother. I’ll talk to him.
He was pretty angry. He may not listen.
Oh, he’ll listen,
Cazovania said in an ominous voice. I can promise you that.
Warin grinned. Thank you, Mother.
Have you figured out how you’re going to go about getting Keladryn and Niari together, yet?
Cazovania asked as she sipped her tea. There’s not much point in my kicking Atrios into line if you’re not ready to go. You know how he is. He’s as slippery as an eel, especially when he doesn’t want to do something. Give him the least excuse and you’ll lose him again.
Actually, there’s a situation come up just lately that should be ideal,
Warin said. Once Keladryn knows about it, I doubt that anything would keep him out of Nebreth.
I heard about that. How are you going to go about it though? It would hardly be seemly for the High Priest of Atrios to go rushing off to interfere in the internal affairs of a foreign country without an extremely good reason. Especially a country where Atrios doesn’t have a large following. Your uncle would have a fit, and you’ve got enough trouble with him already.
Keladryn doesn’t have to get involved publicly, or even officially,
Warin said. It could all be done very quietly and discreetly.
And just how are you going to convince him to get involved? No matter what his feelings in the matter, he’s still the High Priest. The reputation of the church will be his first concern.
Niari and Carlitha are living saints, don’t forget, so their welfare is the legitimate concern of the church. It’s very simple, Mother. All I need is a seer, and I know the very man. He deserves a break. Besides, I may as well start assembling the new team while I’m at it.
Warin wrinkled her nose.
He’s one of Uncle’s people though, and I’ll need his permission to use him. Be very eloquent when you talk to Uncle Atrios, Mother. I need him in a good mood.
His mood will be completely immaterial,
Cazovania said airily. After all, this seer business is about getting Keladryn and Niari together, isn’t it, and he’ll be more than eager to do that by the time I’ve finished with him.
Why Mother, what are you planning to do to him?
Never you mind. You just trot off and start thinking of a way to thank me appropriately.
Warin stared at her mother.
Well, you didn’t expect me to go through the agonies of dealing with one of Atrios’ moods for nothing, did you? Now, off you go. I have work to do.
CHAPTER TWO
Is Shad still in Nebreth City?
Rozvin asked Sparrow as the two women hauled themselves out of the bathing pool and began to dress.
Last I heard.
You’ll be looking forward to seeing him again, then.
I suppose so.
What’s wrong, Sparrow? You don’t sound very sure. I thought you and Shad were more or less engaged?
More less than more these days, it seems.
Oh?
Shad… well, Shad is having difficulty coming to terms with some of the things that happened when I was with Jahugel.
Rozvin looked at her friend in perplexity. That was hardly your choice, Sparrow. You were a slave. Shad knows that.
Sparrow shrugged. He seems to think there must have been something I could do. I think he sees it more in terms of an orgy than of rape.
And you as more a whore than a victim,
Rozvin finished for her, her voice heavy with disgust. Oh for…
she threw her hands in the air. And here I thought he was reasonably intelligent!
The two women finished dressing and began to walk back to Rozvin’s barracks.
Would you like me to talk to him?
Rozvin asked after several moments of silence. I can tell him what it was like. I was there, after all.
Thank you for the offer, my sister,
Sparrow said with grave dignity. But there’s more to it than just what happened to me. There’s another woman. Irhanai’s daughter, Miriala. Shad hasn’t said it in so many words, but I sense that he’s interested in her.
Have you ever met her?
No.
Neither have I, but if she’s anything like her mother, she’ll be gorgeous.
Thanks for the encouragement.
Sorry, Sparrow. I was sort of thinking aloud. I still think it might be worthwhile for me to have a word with Shad. I mean, if he’s really fallen in love with Miriala, I guess that’s just one of those things, but if he’s only interested in her because he’s blaming you for something that isn’t your fault, well…
It’s not necessary, Rozvin. To be honest I’m not even sure how I feel any longer. It’s as I said before, too much has happened to me.
Yeah, including being betrayed by the man who’s supposed to love you,
Rozvin snorted. I wish he was here. I’d give him a piece of my mind.
She led the way into the barracks building.
Are you hungry? Breakfast will still be being served.
Thanks for the offer, but I don’t think so. I’ve had experience of mess hall breakfasts before.
Rozvin grinned. So have I. But, believe it or not, the food’s really good here. The Temple Guard believes that well-fed soldiers are happy soldiers and that that cuts down on misbehaviour.
Does it work?
It seems to. There are very few discipline problems in the Guard. Although, that may have to do with the fact that it’s an elite force and not just anyone can join, of course. But anyway, I can personally recommend the food here. What do you say?
In that case, lead the way.
Rozvin grinned and did just that.
You weren’t kidding, were you?
Sparrow said when they both had filled plates in front of them.
She sniffed appreciatively and then took an experimental bite.
This is delicious.
Told you,
Rozvin said. So, how long are you in Atriosa?
Only a couple of days.
Pity. I’ve only got three more days of night watch, and then four days of leave. If you could stay a bit longer, we could have a proper visit.
I have obligations, my sister,
Sparrow said regretfully. I’m sorry.
She hesitated, looking at her friend.
What?
Rozvin said.
I want you to come with me to Nebreth City.
What?
Sparrow leant forward earnestly. The Ancestors have given me a glimpse of the future, Rozvin. We’re needed in Nebreth City.
I can’t just drop everything and dash off to Nebreth City, Sparrow. Be serious. I’d never get leave, for one thing. It just can’t be done.
And yet, my vision does not lie, my sister,
Sparrow said with quiet insistence. You will go to Nebreth City. We both will. It is the will of the Ancestors.
Rozvin felt exactly as though she’d just been kicked in the guts. She caught her breath sharply, and it was several seconds before she could regulate her breathing again. She stared at her sister as all the fears of the night and its omens suddenly crystallised. Was this what it meant, that she was going to have to give up the life she was building here to go chasing across the country on the gods only knew what mad quest with Sparrow?
No! It wasn’t fair! This job was the opportunity of a lifetime. She would never have this chance again. She’d already had to give up everything once. She wasn’t going to go through that again; not for anybody. When she spoke, there was a new hardness in her voice.
You mentioned obligations a moment ago, Sparrow. Well, I have a few of those myself. I have a job to do, and that job is here. My prospects are good, I like the people, the pay isn’t bad. I’m building a life here in Atriosa; a life with a future and a fair chance at happiness, and I am not about to throw it all away by walking out on my job and trotting off to Nebreth City with you. You have no right to expect me to, no matter what I owe you.
Yet the Ancestors do not lie,
Sparrow said softly. And, though my people may not accept you, my Ancestors do. As far as they are concerned, you are as much a tribe member as if you were born one, and they may command you as they would any other of their descendants. You will go to Nebreth City, my sister. It is your destiny.
Rozvin stared at Sparrow for long moments, almost overcome by a sensation very close to despair. Finally, she pushed her half-finished breakfast away and stood up.
I’ve been up all night,
she said shortly. I have to get some sleep.
She stalked out of the dining room, leaving her adopted sister to stare after her.
Rozvin ran up two flights of stairs and reached her room out of breath. So upset was she that her hands were shaking and she dropped the key twice before she could get it in the lock. She wrenched the door open, swung through, and slammed it behind her, leaning back against the wood as she gulped great lungsful of air.
Damn Sparrow and the Ancestors to hell! She’d known those shooting stars meant trouble. The Temple Guard was an elite unit. Members were handpicked. Belonging brought honour and prestige, not to mention excellent pay and privileges, but the Guard expected a commitment in return. One’s loyalty was expected to be first to the Guard and then to one’s comrades.
She was only just through her probationary period, just beginning to be trusted with some real responsibility. To quit now, even to ask for leave so she could go to Nebreth City with Sparrow, would spell the end of her career. She’d seen it happen to others. She would be forever branded as feckless and unreliable. They couldn’t do this to her! She loved her job. They couldn’t expect her to give up her whole life!
She locked the door and crossed to the fireplace. The fire had burned down to almost nothing, and she got it going again before sitting down at the table and pouring herself a cup of wine. She downed two glasses while she played out in her mind a very satisfying little scenario where she told Sparrow and her precious Ancestors to get lost in no uncertain terms and simply forgot the whole thing.
But even as she imagined it, she knew she could never do it. She loved Sparrow like a sister, and though she felt the whole thing was screamingly unjust, there was no denying that she did, in fact, owe both her adopted sister and the Eriathite Ancestors an enormous debt. They’d given her a tribe, a people, a home when she’d been at rock bottom, an outcast, a fugitive with no future, nowhere to belong.
If not for them she might now be an outlaw, a beggar, a prostitute. That’s if she was still alive. When she got right down to it, she supposed she owed them everything, right down to her miserable, ungrateful existence. She just wished they wouldn’t demand everything in return. Feeling horribly depressed, Rozvin stripped off her uniform, crawled between her blankets and, in most unsoldierly fashion, cried herself to sleep.
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The Duke and Duchess of Onnian were finishing lunch when there arose a great commotion outside the house.
What’s all the noise, Suli?
the Duchess demanded of the girl who was approaching the table with a new pitcher of milk.
The serving maid obediently went to the window that overlooked the main courtyard. A moment later the pitcher of milk shattered against the flagged floor. Suli toyed briefly with the idea of fainting before rejecting it in favour of bolting from the room, screaming at the top of her lungs. Boladan ran to the window to peer out in his turn.
Well?
his wife demanded impatiently. What is it? What’s happening?
It’s your sister. Niari.
Carlitha’s eyebrows rose. I know Niari can be a bit odd, but she’s never frightened the servants before. What’s she done, dyed her hair purple and ridden in stark naked?
No,
Boladan said in a carefully controlled voice. Her hair’s the same as always. And she hasn’t ridden in. She flew in on a dragon.
What?
She just landed in the courtyard on a dragon. Come and see for yourself.
What do you think I’m trying to do?
Carlitha grumbled, trying to disentangle herself from the tablecloth and organise her sticks.
Carlitha, sister to the King of Nebreth, sorceress, servant of the gods, companion of the One, and lately wife of Boladan, Duke of Onnian, her favourite role so far, required the aid of two sticks to walk any distance. Her husband leapt forward to help her organise them. But the two had no sooner reached the window than Niari burst in through the door.
Where are all the servants?
Niari frowned, looking about. I didn’t see anyone when I came in.
That’s because they were all running for their lives,
Carlitha informed her sister.
What?
The dragon.
Oh.
Niari grinned a little self-consciously.
What in the name of all the gods are you doing riding a dragon anyway?
Carlitha demanded.
I needed to get here fast, so I begged a favour. We’ve got trouble.
We noticed,
Carlitha said. You just scared half our staff away. Do you know how hard it is to get servants around here?
Never mind about your servants. I need your help. Tassi’s in trouble. Serious trouble.
Tassi – Baroness Tassatina – was Niari’s fifteen-year-old adopted daughter and a sorceress like Niari and Carlitha.
Oh dear,
Carlitha said. Well, don’t worry, we can work something out. What’s the boy’s name?
Not that kind of trouble. I only wish it was that simple.
This is beginning to sound serious,
Boladan said, ushering his sister-in-law to a chair and crossing to the sideboard to pour wine for them all.
Isn’t that what I’ve just been trying to tell you?
Niari cried.
Why don’t you start at the beginning and tell us the whole story?
Boladan said sensibly.
Unaccountably, Niari began to tremble.
Here,
Boladan said, pressing a glass of wine into her hand. This’ll help to steady you.
Thanks,
Niari said with a diffident smile. I’m sorry I’m acting like an idiot. I just don’t know what to do.
Well then,
Boladan said comfortably, why not do as I suggested and drink your wine and then tell us what’s on your mind?
Thus