Touched on a sore spot, Kevin took out his temper on a weed, then cursed as he received another cut.
‘Give it up, old son,’ Patrick said angrily. ‘The runts are tough as their plants when it comes to giving ground. Show them change, and they pick suicide.’
Kevin stood up. ‘But the Great Ones are outside the law. The Warlord, even the Emperor, cannot gainsay their will. Maybe now that a magician’s freed slaves, a Lord can go against tradition and do the same. But no matter what else, if you get yourself hanged for a runaway, you’re dead – and that’s not freedom by my way of thinking.’
Patrick let out a bitter laugh. ‘That’s truth. Well, I’ll wait a bit. Though how long, I can’t say.’
Satisfied with that answer, but left disgruntled by Patrick’s blunt reiteration of other thorny facts, Kevin tossed his shirt over his shoulder. He gathered the wilting weeds into a bundle and flung them onto the pile by the fence. His cut hands burned, but his feelings stung more. His fellow Midkemians gave him barely a grunt of notice as he passed on his way from the meadow. In turn, he hardly noticed them, his mind absorbed by the memory of Mara’s laughter in the garden where she sat with Hokanu.
The heat of midday drove Mara and Hokanu from the garden to a little-used sitting room in the estate house, one that had stayed unchanged since her mother’s time. There, in an airy chamber with pastel pillows and gauze drapes, the couple sat down to a light lunch, cooled by a slave with a fan of shatra bird feathers. Hokanu had changed from full armour to a light robe that showed off his handsome build. To the fine bones and graceful carriage, time on the practice field had added firm fitness. He wore few rings, and only a necklace of corcara shell, but the simplicity of his dress and ornament merely emphasized his natural elegance. He sipped his wine and nodded. ‘Exceptional. Lady Mara, you provide gracious hospitality.’ His dark eyes met hers, not playful or teasing as Kevin’s might be, but deep with a mystery that Mara felt compelled to explore.
Unwittingly, she found herself smiling. His features were beautiful without being either delicate or overdrawn, and the way he looked her directly in the eye touched off a deep response. Intuitively, Mara sensed she could trust this Shinzawai son. The feeling was unique, even startling, after the endless political innuendoes that complicated communication with others in her rank.
Aware she had been staring and had forgotten to reply to his compliment, Mara hid a blush by sipping at her goblet. ‘I’m glad the wine pleases you. I will confess that I left the matter of choosing the vintage to my hadonra. He has an unfailing instinct.’
‘Then I am flattered that he brought out your finest,’ Hokanu said smoothly. As he regarded her, he seemed to see past the way her hair was arranged, and more than the cut of her robes; on an intuition akin to Arakasi’s, he reached past nuance to touch her heart. ‘You are a Lady with an instinct for clear vision. Did you know I shared your distaste for caged birds?’
Caught by surprise, Mara laughed. ‘How did you know?’
Hokanu twirled his wineglass. ‘Your expression, when you described Lady Isashani’s sitting room in the Imperial Palace. Also, Jican once mentioned a suitor had sent you a li bird. It lasted two weeks, he said, before you set it free.’
Unwittingly reminded of her piercing frustration concerning Kevin’s dilemma, Mara strove not to frown. ‘You are most observant.’
‘Something I said troubled you.’ Hokanu set aside his glass. He leaned forward on his cushion and laid a narrow hand on the table. ‘I’d like to know.’
Mara made a gesture of frustration. ‘Just a concept introduced by a barbarian.’
‘Their society is filled with fascinating concepts,’ Hokanu said, his rich, dark eyes still on her. ‘At times they make us seem like stubborn, backward children – entrenched in our ways to the point of blindness.’
‘You have made a study of them?’ Mara said, intrigued and openly showing as much before she thought to guard her face.
Hokanu seemed not to care, for the subject fascinated him also. ‘There was more to the Emperor’s failed peace effort than our people understand.’ Then, as if regretting that mention of politics might sunder their moment of rapport, the Shinzawai heir brushed the matter aside. ‘Forgive me. I did not mean to remind you of difficult times. My father understood that you had a beleaguered night in the Imperial Palace. He said it was to the honour of the Acoma that you survived.’ Before Mara could wave the comment away, he gave her that direct look which unnervingly stripped away her reserve. He added, ‘I should like very much to hear what happened from your own lips.’
And Mara saw his hand move slightly on the tabletop; with the uncanny perception she seemed to share with him, she knew: he longed to take her in his arms. Tremors touched her as she imagined the firm feel of his warrior’s body. He was more than attractive to her – he understood her, with none of the cultural barriers or emotional raw edges that spiced her relationship with Kevin. Where the barbarian reacted to her dark Tsurani nature, and brought her relief through humour, this man across from her would simply know, and his unstated promise to protect became a potent combination.
Again Mara realized she was staring, and that some sort of reply to his request was required if the emotional temper of their meeting was not to overturn into passion. ‘I remember a lot of burst birdcages,’ she said with a forced attempt at lightness. ‘Lord Hoppara joined his forces with mine, and the attackers who stormed his apartment found no victims to hack up. They spent their fury on Isashani’s li birds and a good deal of purple upholstery. The next day, the lady’s bird catchers ran their legs off chasing fugitives.’
Disappointed to be diverted from the personal side of the issue, Hokanu’s brows twitched into the faintest of frowns. His eyes had an exotic tilt, and the expression made him look haunted. ‘Lady Mara,’ he said softly, and his intonation caught her like an ice-cold chill in the heat. ‘I may be overbold in presenting myself in this fashion, but circumstances in the Empire have forced changes none of us could have anticipated even a few short months ago.’
Mara set down her wine to hide the slight shake in her hands. She knew, oh, she knew what he was leading up to, and the feelings that warred inside her were too wild a tangle to sort out. Lamely she said, ‘What do you mean?’
Hokanu read her confusion as plainly as if she had shouted. He leaned forward on his cushion, for emphasis. ‘My brother was lost upon the other side of the rift, and I am left to assume Rulership from my father someday.’
Mara nodded, her own emotions twisted tighter by the grief she sensed inside him, left over from Kasumi’s sudden loss. The boys had been raised as brothers, and Hokanu’s pain ran deep.
‘When I first met you …’ Hokanu overcame his inner sorrow, and his lips curled wryly in a smile. ‘I will confess, Lady, I felt regret when I first saw you.’
Startled into the release of sudden laughter, Mara said, ‘You have an odd manner of making a compliment, Hokanu.’
His smile broadened, and his eyes lit in shared pleasure as he saw the flush on her face. ‘I should rephrase that, lovely Lady. My regret was particularly fierce because the occasion happened to be your wedding.’
Mara’s expression changed to bittersweet reflection. ‘There was a great deal of regret involved with that marriage, Hokanu.’ And the thrill happened again, with the unspoken knowledge that he knew, without her needing to explain.
‘Mara,’ he said, the word as gentle as a caress. ‘We both owe a duty to our ancestors. I grew up knowing that my lot lay in improving the relationships of my family through marriage. I always assumed my father would match me with the daughter of some Lord or another. But now …’
Mara finished his thought. ‘Now you are heir to the Rulership of an honoured house.’
Hokanu’s relief was palpable. ‘And other considerations are at play.’
Mara knew a surge of hope mingled with aching disappointment, that perhaps she had misread him after all. He did care for her, and he knew
how his presence affected her, and he was kindly, carefully trying to disengage his attention without hurting her feelings. ‘I know that political considerations might interfere with the interests of your heart,’ she offered back in an attempt to smooth his difficulty.
‘Mara, before, when I came to call upon you, I cherished the hope that you might petition my father, asking for me as a consort.’ His hesitancy cleared like clouds before sunlight, and the mischief in his eyes made him radiant. ‘The role of Ruling Lady and second son forced that silence upon me. Now, as heir, I can propose a different arrangement.’
Mara’s smile faded. He was not going to tell her politely that he could no longer pay her court! Instead, he was leading up to a proposal. Panicked, caught where she was vulnerable, and shoved hard against the thornier issue of how to resolve her future with Kevin, she fought for presence and poise. ‘What have you in mind?’
Hokanu hesitated, which was very unlike him. He sensed her confusion and was puzzled as to its cause. That necessitated a change in wording, and his hand braced instinctively against the table edge, as though he expected a blow. ‘I ask this informally, for if you say no, I would not wish a public rejection. But if you wish, I shall have my father’s First Adviser pay a formal call upon your First Adviser, to make arrangements for our meeting….’ He almost laughed, and his strong, direct nature reasserted itself. ‘I ramble. Marry me, Mara. Someday Ayaki will be Lord of the Acoma, and your second son – our son – could wear the mantle of the Shinzawai. I should like nothing better than to have you by my side as Lady, and know that two ancient houses will one day be ruled by brothers!’
Mara shut her eyes against a tide of confusion. As well as she knew Hokanu, as powerfully as she was drawn by his charm, the idea of marriage churned up her feelings like a storm. She had sensed that this moment was inevitable, and had falsely sought shelter behind a belief that Hokanu’s elevation to heirship might spare her, as political considerations forced him to seek a match with better connections. No amount of rational thought had prepared her for this reality.
She felt Hokanu’s eyes on her face, felt his unspoken sharing of the turbulence his words had aroused. And in that graceful way that unerringly shattered her defences, he came to her rescue.
‘I’ve surprised you.’ Apology coloured his tone. ‘You must not feel discomforted. Let me withdraw and allow you time to think.’ He arose in consideration of her, every inch of him lordly. ‘Lady, whatever you decide, do not fear for my feelings in the matter. I love you with all honour, but I also love you for yourself. I would cherish no minute that did not bring pleasure in my company. Seek your own happiness, Lady Mara. I am man enough to find my own.’
Speechless, gripping her hands together in a misery of pent-up emotion, Mara raised her eyes to find him gone. She had not heard his steps as he went. She had to look twice to make certain the sitting room was empty. She reached out with trembling fingers, caught up her wineglass, and drained it. Then she stared at the empty goblet and the untouched plates of light lunch. Kevin’s face mingled with Hokanu’s in her memory, until she wanted to howl her frustration at the walls.
There was no choosing between them, none, and the quandary of love and honourable political necessity ripped at her like thorns.
‘Dear gods, what a tangle,’ she murmured, and only belatedly realized she was no longer alone. In true and gallant solicitude, Hokanu had sent her adviser to comfort and steer her through the awkwardness of the moment.
Still weak after her illness, Nacoya shook her head, indicating Mara should hold off speech. ‘Come,’ the old woman said brusquely. ‘Let’s get you back to your private quarters and out of those formal robes. When you are more comfortable and settled, we can talk.’
Mara allowed herself to be shepherded to her feet. She followed Nacoya’s lead down corridors without seeing where she was going or noticing the floor beneath her feet. ‘Someone has seen to Hokanu’s needs?’ she said in a voice that sounded limp.
‘Saric has done so. Lujan will be organizing some contests at arms among the warriors.’ Nacoya whipped open the screen to Mara’s chambers, and rallied half a score of maids and servants. ‘Bath water,’ she rapped out. ‘And something light and comfortable for the mistress to put on afterwards.’
Mara stood with her arms woodenly outstretched as her attendants unfastened the wood-peg and cord-loop fasteners of her formal robe. ‘This is impossible!’ she exclaimed. ‘The time is all wrong.’
Nacoya clicked her tongue. ‘The Shinzawai are an ancient family,” with honours to equal most, but their part in the aborted attempt to force peace upon the Empire …’
Bemused by this switch to hardcore politics, Mara stepped out of the heavy robe. She moved mechanically into the cool bath prepared by her servants, and sat shivering in reaction as two maids sponged her back. ‘What’s the matter with me? Why can’t I just tell him no and put the issue from my mind?’
Nacoya answered obliquely. ‘Daughter, there is no sure way to rule the heart.’
‘My heart is not in this!’ Mara fired back, with a sharpness that itself was a contradiction. ‘What is Hokanu to me but a means to an end?’
The First Adviser seated herself on a cushion and wrapped gnarled fingers around her knees. She said nothing, while Mara endured a bath she did not enjoy. She arose at the appropriate moment and stepped out of the water, and stood with a scowl while her maids towelled her dry.
Nacoya did not break silence until another maid arrived with a light lounging robe. ‘Mistress, the Shinzawai have been among the most honourable families in the Empire in my memory and the memory of my father. The old Lord, Shatai, Kamatsu’s father, was Warchief of the Kanazawai when a Keda Lord last sat upon the Warlord’s throne. And no one has ever heard of either Shinzawai Lord breaking a bond. Their honour is unquestioned.’
Mara knew all this. As the maids tied her robe, she regarded her former nurse with bitten-back exasperation. ‘But their position at the moment is questionable.’
‘Many resentments linger since the failed peace and the Night of the Bloody Swords,’ Nacoya agreed. ‘Many of the families left grieving insist that murder would never have happened had the Blue Wheel and, especially, the Shinzawai not been at the heart of the Emperor’s plottings.’
But Mara did not need reminding that it was only because so many were injured and everyone was being cautious that no one had sought retribution upon the Shinzawai. To bind her family to them through a marriage would be to add names to her list of dangerous enemies.
No, Mara decided, as Nacoya’s obvious reasoning led her from mixed emotions to clear thought. The heart of the matter was another thing altogether. Hokanu was attractive enough; her deep involvement with Kevin added painful confusion, yet she had never fooled herself into the false hope that love could replace a slave with a husband. Her turmoil stemmed from another truth: that she was loath to yield control of her life to any Ruling Lord. Buntokapi’s brief tenure had left only ugly memories, but that was not all.
Mara sighed and stared through the opened screen into the garden. The day was drawing on, and long shadows striped the path between the akasi rows. The rich green land that had been her father’s, and her ancestors’ before his, had prospered well over the years since a young girl came into an inheritance beyond her years and experience. In the light of her successes, Mara examined a deeper truth, altogether less tangled than any conflict in her life, past or present. After a long minute she said to Nacoya, ‘Thank you for your counsel. You may go now.’
As the old woman bowed and departed, Mara reflected. So many events in her life were the result of her being Ruling Lady. Yet the duties, the awesome responsibility, even the danger that came her way – these things were not the fearful burden they had appeared on the day she had left Lashima’s temple. Since she had assumed the Acoma mantle, she had come to enjoy her power, to revel in pitting her wits against the machinations of the Great Game. These things gave her freedom to pursue n
ew ideas. What would it be like to leave the decisions to others? she wondered. Could she be as content collecting li birds, ornamenting sitting rooms, or matchmaking as other ladies were? Women held power in their own right, sometimes with impressive result. Could she do as Isashani of the Xacatecas, and take as much satisfaction in byplay behind the scenes as she did now in the seat of unquestioned command?
Mara sighed again.
That moment a shadow fell across the screen that led from the garden. ‘I know what you’re thinking.’ A familiar voice intruded from beyond.
Mara glanced up to find Kevin watching her, a wry grin on his face.
He voiced an opinion as he always did, without waiting for her invitation. ‘You’re wondering what it would be like to take a rest and let this young warrior of the Shinzawai run things.’
Startled to laughter, Mara said, ‘You … monster!’
Kevin threw himself down next to her, flung back red-gold hair that was in sore need of trimming, and paused with his mouth inches away from hers. ‘I’m right?’
She kissed him. Hokanu’s charms she could resist, but this man was a poison in her blood. ‘Yes, damn you.’
‘I’ll tell you exactly what it would be like. Dull.’ Kevin made a sweeping gesture that wound up catching her into an embrace. He kissed her back. ‘You love being in command.’
‘I never wished for the Acoma mantle,’ she responded in warning sharpness.
‘I know,’ he said easily, not rising to her challenge. ‘That doesn’t change the fact that you love it.’
Mara allowed herself a self-indulgent grimace. ‘Nobody asked your opinion.’
She had not denied his statement. To Kevin, that was as good as an admission he was right. As she leaned back, contented, against his shoulder, he pursued his conclusion ruthlessly. ‘The man you court is no weakling. Once he was husband, he’d be in command, and unless I misunderstand Tsurani tradition, you’d be forever denied rulership.’ Grinning evilly, Kevin asked, ‘So, are you going to marry him?’
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