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by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro


  That does not mean I wished at first to become Rani. When my brother’s daughter died, I thought that it was wrong for me to rule, that I should find one of my male relatives to govern here. But all of them were dead, a few from old age but most of them from the rebellion against my brother. There were five boys, none of them older than seven, who are fairly distant cousins and might one day succeed me, but there was no one then, and will not be anyone for several years, who might have assumed the throne. For the first year, I wanted most fervently to retire to my house again and content myself with studies. The second year I found my tasks difficult but I was not as eager to leave them. Now I have come to appreciate my position. I cannot say whether or not I like it, only that it is appropriate. They call me the Just Mistress, Saint-Germain. When they speak of my brother Dantinusha, they call him the Wary. Of Tamasrajasi they do not speak at all.

  Two years ago I took a lover—my sixth. He is ardent and obliging, but I have come to realize that all we do together is ultimately intended to please him. He is more satisfied when I am aroused, and so he rouses me. It has been so with all but you. Only now have I come to understand that all you did to give me pleasure was for my pleasure, not for yours. You told me, I recall, that your pleasure was in my pleasure. At the time I had no comprehension of what you meant. Now I know I have been most fortunate and have had a very rare gift from you.

  Now I am near the end of my life. There is a winter in my bones that the sun cannot thaw. The Wheel turns for me as it does for everyone—even you. When my funeral pyre is lit and my body consumed by the flames, my soul will be at ease. When you left, I called you a man of Shiva, because of your nature and your needs. I have thought of late that this is not so. Shiva would dance on the Burning Ground where my pyre will be, and he would smile, as would all his creatures. But I think that you would not dance, or smile. You are too much bound to life to be any part of Shiva, and for that you doom yourself to the pain of loss: does having the moment pay for its loss, Saint-Germain? For if it does, then I will not mind that you are not with me now, and that you may never answer this question.

  How long you have been alone! When you had been gone a fortnight I thought I could not bear it, and even now your loss is not easy to endure. You have had eons of loss and loneliness: what is mine by comparison?

  My love for you did not cease when you left Natha Suryarathas, and it may not end when my life is done. The opinions of the Brahmins are divided on that. There is little merit in it either way, but I find that I do not love for merit.

  Where this will find you, and when, I do not know. If the gods will that you read this, nothing will prevent you from receiving it, and if they will that these reflections are mine alone, then there is nothing in the world mighty enough to overreach them to bring this to you. It pleases me to think that you will see this and remember the time we spent together.

  We have said farewell once, but let me say farewell again, beloved.

  the Rani Padmiri

  sister to the Rajah Kare Dantinusha

  Natha Suryarathas

  in the sixth year of her reign

  Other Tor books by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro

  Blood Games

  A Candle for D’Artagnan*

  Crusader’s Torch

  A Flame in Byzantium

  Hotel Transylvania

  The Palace

  *Forthcoming

  “It would make you what I am…”

  “But a vampire?” The myths haunted T’en Chih-Yü. To her shame, she trembled. This time she actually considered the matter. It struck her then that she knew very little about this foreigner, about his life and the gift that he offered her. “This is my land, its safety has been entrusted to me. If it is defeated, then I must fall with it.” Saint-Germain started to protest but she silenced him. “But if it is saved, then I will not refuse your salvation.” She could not meet his eyes as she said this, but slowly raised her face, and for one enduring instant their passion flared.

  “Chih-Yü…” Saint-Germain began, but before he could move to reach her, she fled the room, leaving him to stand alone in the darkness.

  This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

  PATH OF THE ECLIPSE

  Copyright © 1981 by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro

  Published by arrangement with St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010

  A Tor Book

  Published by Tom Doherty Associates, Inc.

  49 West 24th Street

  New York, N.Y. 10010

  Cover art by Sanjulian

  ISBN: 0-812-52810-7

  Can. ISBN: 0-812-52911-5

  Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 80-53085

  First Tor edition: July 1989

  eISBN 9781466807631

  First eBook edition: August 2012

 

 

 


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