She fol owed her guide into the building, and was confronted by memories.
The hallways of the New House contained even more pictures than the city
streets. Not a flat surface was wasted—the floors bore tile murals, the walls grand reliefs or paintings. Here, where highstorms and crom were not a
worry, the detail could be even more fantastic than it was on the outside.
However, it wasn’t the beauty itself that caused Shinri to pause, but that beauty’s familiarity. She wouldn’t have thought that the New House would
have had such an effect on her. The building had been her home for barely
a year, just before her wardship began.
Yet, she remembered the busy hallways, cluttered with robed stormkeep-
ers. She remembered the quiet study rooms, their meditations broken only
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by her occasional spoiled remark. She remembered tutors both kindly and
distracted, scholars whose studies were their passion and who had varying
patience for the temperamental child who had been placed in their care.
“Lady Shinri?” her guide asked. “Shall I call for the litter?”
“No,” Shinri said, hurrying forward with a blush. “Lead on.”
She composed her demeanor as her guide conferred quietly with a
younger man waiting by the inner doors, asking after the king’s location.
He then led her from the main hallway. The New House was arranged
in the form of expanding rectangular hallways, with rooms in between.
It didn’t take long for her guide to lead her to one of the outer hallways, where Shinri found a familiar figure standing in conference with a couple
of robed scholars.
King Amelin was a tall man, young enough to be handsome, old enough
to be distinguished. Despite the Thalen noble line’s millennia-long tradi-
tion of mixing with the Kanaran houses, Amelin still betrayed classical
Inavan features—a round face with a short, subdued nose and chin, but
predominant ears and brows. The king said something to his companions,
and several left, leaving only one behind—a middle-aged stormkeeper in
rich, high-ranking robes.
Shinri’s guide bid her wait, then scurried forward to announce her.
Shinri stood quietly as Amelin looked over with surprise. The hallway fell silent, and Shinri steeled herself for royal displeasure.
“Your majesty,” Shinri finally said, speaking in Thalen as she bowed.
“Lord Keeper,” she added, nodding respectfully to the king’s companion.
The king smiled. “Little Shinri!” he exclaimed, waving her forward.
“About time they found you!”
Shinri wrestled down a blush. “I apologize for inconveniencing you so
by my thoughtless lack of respect, your majesty,” she said, walking forward with her eyes respectfully lowered. “I should have announced myself to
your staff immediately upon my arrival so that I could present myself as
befitting etiquette.”
The king paused, cocking his head. Then he laughed loudly. “By the
Winds! Such propriety. It appears that Lady Jasnah has ruined you, as I
worried she might.”
“She has made a lady of me, your majesty,” Shinri replied.
Amelin raised an eyebrow. “A lady?” he laughed. “Well, there are worse
things to be, I suppose. Still, I can’t help but remember the fiery little girl who stalked my hallways and threw books at my stormkeepers. She had
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“There are other ways to channel passion, your majesty,” Shinri said.
“Ones that don’t involve giving the royal tutors a concussion.”
Amelin smiled. “Oh, I didn’t worry about that too much. Reports said
your aim was terrible.”
“I was twelve,” Shinri said. “And those tomes were heavy. I still can’t believe that . . .” She trailed off, flushing slightly. “I do apologize for those days, your majesty. I was a foolish child who hadn’t yet learned the service others were striving to do her.”
Amelin waved away her apology with a gesture. “Here, Shinri. You
remember Keeper Devai, don’t you?”
Shinri paused, studying the hefty scholar. “Should I, your majesty?”
“You should, Shinri,” the stormkeeper replied. “I dodged a fair number
of the aforementioned heavy tomes.”
Shinri cocked her head, trying to place the voice. Arrowneck Rechal?
she thought with sudden surprise, finally deciphering his features. By the winds . . . last time I saw you, you were almost thin enough to be knocked down by a winter highstorm! “Lord Keeper . . . you’ve, uh, filled out.”
“Young ladies ‘fill out,’ Shinri,” the stormkeeper replied with a chuckle.
“I’ve just become fat. His majesty is to blame. I was never meant for
administration.”
Amelin didn’t respond to the jibe, He just smiled, nodding to an
attendant. “Send for Zezrik, if you would,” he requested. “Tell him we’ve
located the Lady Shinri.”
The attendant nodded, dashing off. Shinri stood uncomfortably, wonder-
ing at events. Amelin still seemed to retain a fondness for her—perhaps her petition would not go unheeded. However, this was not Vedenar, and it was
not polite to discuss politics so early in a conversation. So, she turned to lighter topics. “How is the New House doing, your majesty?” she asked respectful y.
“Oh, it gets along—perhaps too well,” Amelin said, waving for her to
walk beside him as he began to stroll down the hallway. “The local First
Monks would have me believe my soul is in question for competing with the
monasteries for noble students.”
Shinri nodded as they passed classrooms and libraries. The hallways of
the New House scuttled with stormkeepers, all of whom bowed to the
king when they passed. Shinri remembered his periodic inspections from
her training days. Amelin believed strongly in the school his ancestors had created, patterned after the legendary House of Truths, and took personal
interest in its development.
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The building was open to all, a place of deep learning and scholarship,
like a monastery without the Vorinism. Here, where Kanaran ideals mixed
with Inavan tradition, theistic values were weaker . . . many even thought them perverted. However, there were some—such as Lady Jasnah—who
preferred the more secular learning the New House provided.
“Tell me, Shinri,” the king said. “Has your father forgiven me yet?”
Shinri blushed again. “He . . . has not changed his mind, your majesty.”
“He must be rather impressed with your development lately,” Amelin
noted. “He finally has an ideal courtly daughter.”
“Hardly ideal,” Shinri mumbled. “Not like . . .”
“Jasnah Kholin?” Amelin asked. “She studied here, you know. Do you
remember her, Devai?”
The portly stormkeeper nodded. “Of course, your majesty. She was . . .”
“Perfect?” Shinri asked.
“Competent,” Devai corrected. “Too competent. Jasnah Kholin couldn’t
just attend a class, she had to dominate it. Most of the other students hated her; a few loved her. But hateful or loving, she controlled them all.”
Interesting, Shinri thought. Of course, she could imagine Jasnah in such a situation. “A lady is always in control,” Shinri said out loud, quoting one of Jasnah’s favorite teaching phrases.
Amelin snorted quietly. “I think you’ll find, child, that Lady Jasnah’s
‘control’ will serve her little over the years. In the end, when she finds herself alone, perhaps she will realize that some things were never meant
to be manipulated. If you’ll excuse me.”
Shinri nodded, surprised at the bitterness in the king’s words. It was not uncommon to find someone who spoke of Jasnah in such a manner, but she
hadn’t expected to hear the tone in King Amelin’s voice. Senses trained by the very woman he had just disparaged tingled at the oddity.
“Why does he say such things about Lady Kholin?” Shinri asked the
no-longer-arrownecked man at her side.
Devai sighed, watching his king. “Amelin is younger than he looks,
child. His father was still alive when Lady Kholin attended the New House
nearly twenty years before. He had . . . plenty of opportunity to interact with your lady.”
“I see,” Shinri said. Another one? How many hearts have you broken, Jasnah?
“Do not let the king’s history with Lady Kholin weaken the import of
his words, young Shinri,” the scholar suggested. “King Amelin is a wise
man. It is difficult to love or be loved when your thoughts are focused only
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on manipulation—even if you sincerely seek to help through your efforts.
Remember that as you join the court.”
Little worry there, Shinri thought. I think if you knew the truth, you’d find me not so corrupted by Jasnah as your king implied. At least, Jasnah seems to think I’ve still a ways to go.
Inside the room, the stormkeepers had set down tomes and approached
their king. Newly-inducted acolytes and grizzled sages both looked
excited as they explained their research to their liege. Amelin smiled, as if interested. Several monks stood obligingly in the corner, probably to be used as readers. Shinri frowned at the sight of the monks—they hadn’t
been there when she attended the New House. Most stormkeepers ignored
even the pretense of tradition, giving little thought to the customs that
said men should not read. Thalenah might have become Vorin in religion,
but it was still separated from the mainland by a great distance. The island kingdom maintained its own . . . perspective on rules and traditions.
“The monks are new,” Shinri said.
Devai smiled. “His majesty invited them—even pays them—as a means
of smoothing tempers. Do not let his humility fool you—the New House
is doing well, very well. It is Thalenah’s primary source of income, now
that the opal mines have failed. Our stormkeepers are respected across the three peninsulas—you won’t find a major nobleman anywhere in Kanar
who doesn’t employ one. Students come from every civilized nation to learn from us. We may not be the House of Truths, but we are the closest thing
the world has in these times.”
Shinri nodded, smiling slightly as familiar memories returned again.
She could almost pretend that she was here to learn from the stormkeepers
again. Perhaps it had been the opportunity to get away from her father,
or perhaps—deep within—she really had enjoyed learning. Either way, as
she thought back, she remembered her days in the New House with great
fondness. She had actually cried when her father arrived to take her away, explaining that there was a new treaty with Alethkar—a treaty that gave
a princess of one house to be the future queen, and a daughter of another
to be a ward of the king’s sister.
“The king appears to be enjoying himself,” a new voice said.
Shinri turned curiously at the voice. She hadn’t realized that someone
had approached. The form standing behind wore a black robe.
An Awakener.
Shinri yelped slightly despite herself, backing away. The Awakener
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looked at her with an amused expression, regarding her with his inhuman
eyes. They were unnatural eyes, without iris, pupil, or whites—only red. A deep, glistening red. His skin was deeply flushed as well, and the air around him rippled in a slight halo. Yet there was no heat coming off his body
“Who is this nervous child?” the Awakener asked, turning toward Devai.
“Lady Shinri, of the Davar House,” the stormkeeper explained. “The
king mentioned her to you, I believe.”
The Awakener turned back toward her, and Shinri shivered. “I see.”
He held up his hand, and Shinri could see for the first time that he held a large ruby in his hand—a hand with blood-red nails.
The ruby began to glow. Shinri shied back as the crystal burst to light,
floating out of the Awakener’s hand, spinning in the air and throwing
shards of bright red light across the hallway.
“Tell me, child,” the Awakener said, taking a step forward, ruby floating
before him. “What do you feel? What do you hear when you touch one of
the Polestones? The music? Does it come to you? Do they . . . call to you?”
Shinri paled, glancing at Devai. The rotund stormkeeper did nothing to
stop the creature. The hair on her arms rose, and she began to shake. The
Awakener couldn’t do anything to her. She’d undergone the Charan. She was safe. But . . .
She looked at the thing that was no longer human. Awakeners lived for
hundreds of years, and their art changed them, each one in a different way.
They didn’t think like men, for they were no longer men. And as something
other than men, perhaps the rules of men did not apply to them.
The ruby glistened. The creature stepped forward. Shinri’s heart jumped,
terror rising. I have to go. Go somewhere. Run away! The air around her seemed to darken slightly, as if the creature were sucking away the light, and Shinri felt a . . . longing.
Longing. It was a strange and confusing emotion to fight with her fear.
She wanted . . . something. She was missing something. But what she
needed, or why she should think that she needed it, was a complete mystery.
“Zezrik, that is enough,” the king said. He stood in the doorway, having
finished his conference with the scholars inside.
The Awakener bowed slightly, his gemstone growing dark and falling
back into his hand. He stroked it idly with his thumb, unnatural eyes
watching Shinri as the king approached, laying a hand on Shinri’s shoulder and turning her away.
“Don’t mind Zezrik,” the king said affably. “He’s harmless. A little
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strange, but Awakeners all get that way, eventually. He’s served my family faithfully for three centuries.”
Shinri glanced behind. The Awakener had turned from her, and was
speaking to Devai. The two followed behind as the king started walking
down the hallway again.
“Why . . . ?” Shinri began. “Why do you let them . . . ?”
“You think we should set the Awakeners apart, like you do on the
mainland?” Amelin asked. “Sequester them? My father didn’t think that
was fair, considering what they do for us, and I tend to agree with him.”
“They don’t seem to mind being separated,” Shinri said.
“They don’t seem to mind being free either,” Amelin replied. “Anyway,
it is of little matter. I’m more interested in why, after three years away, you finally decided to return to Thalenah—and why you didn’t see fit to even
send word to the palace.”
Shinri blushed.
“I apologize again, your majesty,” she said. How much to tell him? What will I give away if he finds out I’m suspicious of Tethren’s death?
The answer was simple—she couldn’t give away anything, since she didn’t
really know anything. “I didn’t think to contact you because I was distracted by other events. You may have heard that I was engaged to Tethren Rienar?”
The king nodded. “Part of the same treaty that stole you away from us,
I recall. I do mourn your loss at his death, child. I don’t know if you were close to the prince or not, but I knew something of the lad. He was a good and honest man.”
“It is a shame that he should die so tragically while traveling here, to
Thalenah itself,” Shinri noted.
The king paused slightly, eyeing her. So, it begins, Shinri thought. You play the game after all, Amelin. You may be fond of the child your school once trained, but fondness and politics are completely separate things.
“Indeed,” Amelin finally said. “I didn’t even know that he was coming
until word of his death arrived at the palace.”
“Really?” Shinri asked, studying his face covertly, looking for signs that the king was lying. He was good at hiding his emotions, for a man. “Some
people I’ve spoken to were under the impression that Prince Tethren was
coming specifically to engage in a deal with you, your majesty.”
Amelin snorted. “You speak of the rumor that he was going to ‘sel ’ me an
Awakener? Tell me, Shinri. You’ve just seen that I value the freedom even
of those who don’t value it themselves. How likely do you think I would
be to break sheneres by paying money to own another man?”
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Shinri shrugged. “If you thought you were bringing him to freedom,
perhaps.”
“No,” Amelin replied. “A man’s reputation is his life, Shinri, especially
when dealing with you Kanarans. Even freeing an Awakener wouldn’t
be worth the chance of the Aleth and Veden noblemen thinking me an
oathbreaker. If they were to stop employing our stormkeepers . . .”
He was probably tel ing the truth. Amelin could bend religious traditions
or gender roles, but no man could deny The Way of Kings and survive. It would be political suicide, especially considering Alethkar’s rising political strength.
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