Kushiels Justice

by Jacqueline Carey

Page 56

 

  For a long time, nothing more.

  When at last I came to myself, I was in a strange place. It was bright with sunlight and there was birdsong. I was lying in a bed with cool, clean sheets. My mouth was parched and my eyelids felt heavy and crusted. When I cracked them open and squinted, I could make out a small figure with black curls sitting in a figure and reading a book.

  A rush of indescribable relief washed over me. A dream, I thought; a fever-dream. I'd been sick, as sick as I'd been after the first time I'd kept Elua's vigil with Joscelin on the Longest Night. I was sick, and Ysandre had ordered me brought to the Palace.

  I tried to laugh and made a croaking sound.

  "Imri?" Alais' head lifted. "Imri?" She dropped her book and hurried to kneel at my bedside. I tried to sit up and discovered I couldn't. My entire torso was swaddled in thick bandages and it hurt unbearably. I rested my head on the pillow and gazed at Alais, watching her violet eyes fill with tears.

  No dream. It was real, all real.

  "Can you hear me?" Alais asked softly. "Imri, do you understand?”

  "Ye—" The word stuck. I tried to moisten my stiff, dry tongue. "Yes. ”

  "Oh gods!" she breathed. "Elua be praised! Here. " She cradled my head and put a clay cup to my lips. It felt cool and soothing, and that first sip of water was better than the best thing I'd ever tasted. Alais gave me several more sips, then rose. "I'll get the chirurgeon. ”

  "Where am I?" I whispered.

  "Bryn Gorrydum," she said. "The Temple of Elua and his Companions. ”

  She hurried out and returned shortly with the chirurgeon, a young man named Girard, sworn to Eisheth's service. He placed a hand on my brow, lifted my lids to peer at my eyes, and bade me stick out my tongue. "The fever's broken," he confirmed. "How do you feel, your highness?”

  I tried to answer and began to cry.

  "It's all right, my lord. " Girard stroked my hand. "There's healing in tears. ”

  "Not enough tears," I choked. "Not for this. ”

  "No," he said softly. The chirurgeon had sea-grey eyes, warm with compassion. "I don't imagine there are. But weep them anyway, my lord, and try to stay with us for the sake of the living. " He rose. "I'll send word to the Cruarch. And I'll send for broth and a tincture of opium for the pain. ”

  I shook my head. "No opium. ”

  Girard paused. "As you wish, my lord. ”

  I rested my head on the pillow, exhausted. Alais returned to kneel beside me. For a long time, neither of us spoke. "Promise me you won't die, Imri," she said at length, her voice sounding small and lost. "I don't want to lose you, too. ”

  "Oh, Alais. " I couldn't. "It hurts!’

  "I know. " Her eyes welled again She laid her hand on mine. "Please?”

  "I'll try. " I glanced over and saw that there was red yarn tied around my wrist. My right wrist. I remembered the stone knife. Freedom. Firdha, and a sense of loss. "Alais, why am I bound again?”

  She dashed away tears. "For safety. ”

  "But the mannekin …" I stopped. I had no memory of what had become of the leather bag containing it. I'd put it in my lap when Morwen bade me take her hands. "Lost?" Alais nodded somberly. "Ah, Elua!" A bitter laugh escaped me. It felt like something stretched and tore in my chest, but I welcomed the pain. "Surely, I must be cursed!”

  "Don't say that, Imri," Alais begged. "Don't!”

  I closed my eyes. "Tell me what else I've missed. ”

  Bit by bit, she did. An acolyte arrived with a steaming bowl of beef broth. Because it hurt too much to lift my arms, Alais fed it to me with a spoon and told me that I'd been unconscious or raving for ten days. The bear had wounded me badly, laying me open from shoulder to hip. At Clunderry, the wounds had begun to fester and I'd developed a raging fever. It was Drustan—I'd remembered aright, he and Talorcan and an armed escort had arrived on the heels of the horror, alarmed by Hyacinthe's message—who had made the decision to have me moved to the temple in Bryn Gorrydum, which had recently been joined by a young priest of Eisheth trained as a chirurgeon.

  I laughed bitterly and wept when I heard it. "I told her. I told her she needed a proper chirurgeon to attend her!”

  "Dorelei?" Alais asked softly, dabbing at my tears with a kerchief.

  I nodded. "She died," I whispered. "In the future I saw. Carrying a child, another child. And I left, and never came back. I left our son. ”

  Alais frowned. "Why?”

  I turned my head away "I don't know. What else?”

  She told me that Dorelei was dead, which I knew. In a toneless voice, she told me that the bear had broken Dorelei's neck with a single swipe before savaging her belly. That the babe was dead, too. And that Talorcan had gone nearly as mad as I had, driven by rage at the murder of his sister and his sister's child. That he had ordered Morwen's lifeless body retrieved from the stone circle so it could be buried beneath Dorelei's feet. That he had sworn an oath of vengeance, and half the men of Clunderry had sworn it with him. They'd ridden out in pursuit of Berlik and his folk. All across Alba, the Maghuin Dhonn were hunted. Even the Lady of the Dalriada had pledged her assistance, and Eamonn had taken up the hunt himself. I thought about his brother Conor and shuddered.

  "Have they found them?" I asked.

  Alais hesitated. "Some. Not the magician. ”

  I stared at the ceiling. "Send for your father. I need to speak with him. ”

  The Cruarch of Alba came to visit me on the morrow.

  I'd slept through the night, albeit fitfully. The pain kept me awake. In the morning, the Eisandine chirurgeon Girard came to examine my wounds. A pair of acolytes gently propped me half upright as he unwound the bandages. I'd an idea they'd done it before, though I remembered naught of it. Girard unwound long lengths of clean linen, then carefully peeled away a layer of cotton padding.

  I looked down at myself and hissed through my teeth.

  Four raking, parallel gouges ran the length of my torso, angling from my right shoulder to my left hip. Around the furrows, my flesh was raised and swollen and inflamed; tending toward pink in a few places, reddish in others, seeping a yellowish, crusty matter.

  "You should have seen it three days ago, your highness," Girard said calmly. "Believe it or not, it's beginning to knit. 'Tis a mercy no vitals were pierced. ”

  He bathed my wounds with an infusion of lavender; a scent of home, a scent that brought new tears to my eyes. And then he applied a poultice of comfrey and agrimony, and rebandaged my injuries with gentle hands.

  Thus did I receive Drustan mab Necthana.

  A day's lucidity and a diet of beef broth had restored a measure of strength to me. I was able to receive him sitting, propped on pillows. As he entered my bedchamber, it struck me for the first time; Drustan looked old, his face worn with sorrow beneath its tattoos. "I'm so glad you're alive, Imriel," he said in a direct, earnest tone.

  Whatever words I'd meant to say caught in my throat. The loss of Dorelei and our son struck me anew, and my eyes burned with tears. "Forgive me, my lord. ”

  He pulled over the room's single chair. "There is no need. I failed you. ”

  "No. " I took a deep, experimental breath, pressing my hand to my chest. Nothing fell out, so I tried another. "We all did. We all failed one another. ”

  "I don't understand," Drustan said quietly.

  "Doesn't matter. " I shook my head. "Just…don't punish them all, my lord. All of the Maghuin Dhonn. " His eyes widened. "They saw what they saw. I saw it, too. I saw my son, my lord; our son. Dorelei's and mine. Aniel. We would have named him Aniel. " I drew another ragged breath. "Something happened. He grew up wrong. Bitter, angry. He would have done very bad things. ”

  Drustan regarded me in silence for a moment. "And for that, you forgive them?”

  His voice was low and deadly. I wanted to shout or cry, I didn't know which. "No!" I found the strength to raise my arms, to press
the heels of my hands against my eyes. I rocked, trying to blot out the visions. Burning groves, toppling stones. People, hunted, eyes stretched wide with terror. "Don't kill them all, my lord. Don't. They are forsworn, their strength is broken. I don't think most of them knew. ”

  "The magicians did," he said.

  "Yes. " I lifted my face from my hands. "And one is dead, and the other …yes. His name is Berlik. " Something cold and hard settled into place inside me. "As I am Kushiel's scion, my lord, let mighty Kushiel bear witness. I swear to you, I will see Kushiel's justice done. I claim Berlik's death for myself. If Talorcan finds him, I beg leave to wield the blade that kills him. If Talorcan cannot find him, I will. I will not rest until he is dead. ”

  "And yet you plead clemency for the others?" he asked.

  "For the innocent ones, yes. " My burst of strength had faded, leaving me unspeakably weary. "I am a traitor's son, my lord. Should I be slain for it?”

  Drustan looked away. "I will think on your words. ”

  "Thank you. " I paused. "And Berlik?”

  "Berlik. " He smiled sourly. "The Master of the Straits cannot find the magician in his sea-mirror, and Talorcan has lost the bear's trail. How can one lose a bear's trail? Would that I'd sent Urist with him. ”

  "The bear is not always a bear," I murmured. "But I would have thought Urist would insist on going. ”

  "No. " Drustan looked back at me. "Urist will be accompanying you, Imriel. By his own request and my order. Home, to Terre d'Ange. As soon as the chirurgeon pronounces you fit to travel. ”

  "Oh, no. " I shook my head. "I'm staying. ”

  "You are not. " His face was adamant. "Imriel de la Courcel, I will think on your words. And when Berlik is captured, I will think on your request. But you are still bound by the Maghuin Dhonn, and you will not be safe until you're no longer on Alban soil. ”

  "My lord!" I protested. " 'Tis a matter of honor. ”

  "Is it a matter of honor that no one around you is safe?" Drustan asked, his voice rising with helpless fury. "By the Boar, lad! Dorelei mab Breidaia is dead and your child with her. My sister is inconsolable. Who will be next? Alais?”

  Sick with guilt, I didn't answer.

  Drustan sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't blame you, Imriel. I blame myself. But you draw trouble like a flame draws the moth. I cannot afford the risk. You're going home. This is not a matter on which I will be swayed. ”

  "As my lord wills," I murmured.

  It hurt; and yet he was right. While that damned talisman was still out there and Berlik at large, I wasn't safe. I didn't give a damn for my own safety, but his words had hit hard. There were others to think of. Others who might suffer Dorelei's fate.

  Drustan might not blame me for it, but I did.

  The days that followed were difficult. I don't think I could have endured them if it hadn't been for Alais. Betimes it would have been all too easy to sink into the black oblivion of utter despair. In the long, dark hours of night I would lie on my sickbed and think about dying, and the thought seemed sweet to me. It wouldn't be hard. All I had to do was resolve to refuse all food and will myself to die. I'd seen women do it in Daršanga. There, in the midst of hell, they had seemed tranquil. I wanted that peace.

  But then, in the mornings, Alais would come, cajoling and pleading.

  "You promised," she said. "You promised to try!”

  It wasn't until the fourth or fifth day that I noticed somewhat amiss. "Where's Celeste?" I asked her. "Does the temple not permit dogs?”

  Alais went quiet. "Do you remember that time with the boar?”

  "Ah, no. " My heart ached anew. "Oh, Alais!”

  She wiped her eyes. "She tried to protect us. To protect Dorelei. ”

  "I'm so sorry," I whispered.

  "We buried her beside Dorelei in a place of honor. Talorcan said she deserved it. " Alais sniffled and tried to smile. "When you come back, someday, mayhap you can bring me a pup from Montrève. Not soon, but someday. I don't think Celeste would mind. I think she would want me to have one of her great-grand-nieces at my side. ”

  "Of course. " I blinked. "Surely, you're not staying?”

  "I think I am. " Her small face turned grave. "Not at Clunderry. Father won't allow it, and I'm not sure I could bear it. But he said I might continue my studies at Stormkeep, and live with Hyacinthe and Aunt Sibeal. Aunt Breidaia will be there, too. And Firdha agreed to it. ”

  "Why?" I asked.

  "I belong here," Alais said simply. "And I want to learn. " She looked down at her lap, knotting her fingers. "Do you remember I told you I had a nightmare about a bear, once? And I thought it wasn't a true dream?" I nodded. "Well, I think mayhap I was wrong. " Her fingers worked. "It might have made a difference. I don't know. ”

  "There was nothing you could have done, love," I said gently. "And trying to meddle with the future is a bad idea. Dorelei thought it drove the Maghuin Dhonn a little bit mad, and I believe she was right. That's what this was all about, you know. ”

  Alais looked up, her eyes troubled. "Yes, but I can't help having the dreams, Imri. Or at least not without being someone I'm not, all bound up like you are. I don't think that's right, either. Surely there's a balance. Not to seek a greater gift than one was given, but to understand the small one and use it wisely. That's all. Do you think it so wrong?”