They made so little sense to Kaylin.
But eventually Severn demanded her attention. He didnt speak. It was as if the Thaalaan had seeped into his expression. He tugged at her name, at the shape of it, and she felt him suddenly, was aware of the way he was watching her, was even aware that he had been watching her the entire time she had been playing with small, gleeful strangers.
She hoped the two lovers had gotten dressed. She didnt fancy her chances of normal questioning if they didnt; they were young, and they were sun-bronzed and almost perfect. They were so wrapped up in each otherboth literally and figurativelythat she wanted to go away and come back some other day.
But a child was missing.
And missing as well was a Thaalani who was both deaf, and who had spent six months living in Kaylins world. She felt a pang of something like pity for him, for someone who had grown up among people who were guileless and sympathetic to everything. The world outside must have come as a shock to him. Or worse.
Had he kidnapped the child?
Was the child in some way the child she had seen in the depths of the water in the back of a shop that was far too small to contain what it did, in fact, contain? She didnt think so; there had been no evidence of antennae, no evidence of the scabbing and bleeding that would no doubt be the result of their removal. And the child in the water was older.
Severn was standing by the couple when she at last emerged from the water, disengaging very small fingers from her waterlogged pants. It was warm enough that she had chosen to forgo leather for comfort, and she was damn glad of it. It didnt wear well in water.
They had, indeed, donned clothing, and if they were still wet, their hair plastered to skin and neck, their antennae weaving as if they were drunk, they wore loose robes that must have taken yards of material to make. Not dark colors, in this sun, but pale blues and greens.
Kaylin, Severn said, speaking Elantran. This is Nevaron, and this is Onnay. He pointed first at the male, and then at the female. The man that we seek is Grethan, and they have been friends for a long time.
His words sounded out of place, so few other voices could be heard. But she nodded, attempting to regain her composure. It was easier than she had expected; they were calm and happy and completely free from either guilt or fear. They had not been discovered; no parent would be festering in fury.
They just were.
And they were, to Kaylins eye, almost beautiful because of it, which she hadnt expected. They were perhaps a year or two younger than her. It was hard to tell. They might easily have been a couple of years older.
But they would never know her life, and instead of resenting them, she felt strangely peaceful. Embarrassment faded, and she let it go, showing it out the figurative door as quickly and cleanly as possible.
Ybelline sent us here, Severn said quietly, so that we might ask you a few questions about Grethan.
Their stalks moved toward each other, touching slightly; they did not exchange a glance. Then again, they probably didnt have to. The touch would give them room to say anything they wanted.
We havent seen Grethan for two or three days, the young woman said. Her words were oddly accentedand Kaylin realized, listening to them, that it wasnt so much the accent as the enunciation; they pronounced each syllable slowly and carefully, as if speech were both new and foreign. Which, of course, it would be.
When you last saw him, was he unhappy?
Grethan is always unhappy, Onnay said quietly. We can touch him, she added, and we can feel what he feels, and he allows thisbut he cannot do likewise for us. We can speak to him when we touch him, but it is invasive. She dared a glance at Kaylin.
Kaylin nodded quietly.
He did not allow us to touch him, Nevaron said, after a pause. Not in the last day or two. There were very few whom he would allow even that contact before then, and we accept this. It has happened before, he added. And it will no doubt happen again.
He is not in the Thaalani quarter.
Onnays brows rose. What do you mean? she said, each syllable still perfect, still slow.
He is not at his home. He is not in the market. He is not where we believe he works.
As they hadnt actually done any of the legwork to ascertain this, Kaylin guessed that Ybelline had communicated this information to Severn when she had almost caressed his forehead with her antennae.
We believe, Kaylin said, speaking almost as slowly as they did, as if they were children, that he has left the quarter and found a home outside of it.
With the deaf?
With, as you say, the deaf.
Onnay shook her head forcefully. Thats not possible, she said at last.
Why?
He lived there some time.
We are aware of this.
And he came back She shook her head. He lived a nightmare there. Here, he could wake and be at peace. He was happy to be home, she said. And we were happy to see him return.
He shared some of his life on the outside with us. She could not suppress her shudder, and didnt even bother to try. And it hurt us, she whispered. We did not ask him to share all. I do not think
Nevaron shook his head. It was not easy for him to share, and it was not easy for us. Onnay did not touch him, that day. I did. He lifted his chin slightly. I am of the Thaalanari.
You will find work on the outside, Severn said quietly. It was not a question.
Even so.
Severn nodded. And you kept much of this from the Thaalaan?
They would bewhat is the word?darkened by it.
Severn nodded again. In the memories that you touched, he said softly, were there no happy ones?
None that I would call happy, if I understand the Elantran word correctly.
And he met no one, found no one, that he might consider a friend?
Friend, Onnay said, and looked at Nevaron.
It is an Elantran word, he replied, carefully and politely. Ybelline sent them, he added. It means people who care.
Then we are all his friends.
Nevarons antennae danced away from Onnays for a moment and her brows lifted. She smacked his chest. Kaylin laughed. My apologies, Nevaron said gravely, but Onnay doesnt pay much attention to racial differences.
Well, it isnt as if I will go Outside. Onnay frowned.
Kaylin laughed again. Oh, Onnay, she said, at the girls quizzical look, no one ever really knows what theyll be doing until theyre in the middle of it.
And the Thaalaan contains very little about Outsiders, she continued, obviously still annoyed.
True, Severn said, before Nevaron could dig himself into a deeper ditch. But if he has left the quarter, he must have had some destination in mind.
Nevaron hesitated for a moment longer, and then said, I can show you where. And Severn, as if he did this every bloody day, bowed his head and bent his face down so that it was within reach of Nevarons antennae.
He stiffened suddenly, but did not withdraw, and Kaylin could see, in the clear lines of Nevarons expression, some shock. You know this place? he asked, his voice low.
He stiffened suddenly, but did not withdraw, and Kaylin could see, in the clear lines of Nevarons expression, some shock. You know this place? he asked, his voice low.
Severns brief chuckle was so dark, Kaylin knew instantly what the answer would be.
Yes, he said quietly. He turned to Kaylin, and his expression gave her no hope at all.
Nightshade, she said softly.
The fief, yes, Severn replied. And then, after a moment, added, And the fieflord, Kaylin.
CHAPTER
5
Kaylin was silent on the walk home. She didnt even try to lead; she followed Severn as if she were his shadow, a part of his movement, impossible to separate from it.
Kaylin?
She shook her head. Ill go, she said quietly.
Alone?
I think itI think so.
I despise the fieflord, Severn said in a flat and neutral tone, but his taste has never run toward the mutilation of children. Not her age. He paused, and then added, as if it were dragged from him and he was unwilling to let it go, I do not think, even if it did, that he would pursue it while you lived. There are some things that you do not forget.
Did Nevaron give you all of Grethans memory? She felt almost dirty asking. Like a gossip, but worse. And she hated herself for it; she was doing what she herself feared might be done to her. Hypocrisy and Kaylin were not close friends.
No, Severn replied. It was not his to give. He is Thaalanari. He understands why barriers must be placed, and where.
She nodded. The answer was both a frustration and a comfort. Just an image?
More than an image, but not a whole story, he replied. The image of Mayalee is not the same as the description of the girl you saw in Evantons shop. I do not think they are the same child, he added, although neither have been reported as missing. As neither have been officially reported, he added quietly, Im not sure well be allowed to officially investigate, either.
She nodded absently. Subsection of the human rights code v.8 states clearly that
Those who are incapable of stating a case are still protected by the dictates of law.
It was meant to make provisions for
Abused children, or those sold to brothels by their parents, often for transport to the fiefs.
Youre good, she said with a half smile.
As are you, which is probably more surprising given your general academic history. His smile was fleeting, but genuine. But the first case almost certainly involves magic.
And the second?
It involves Nightshade, Severn said quietly. What do you think?
Magic. She said the two syllables with the emphasis she usually reserved for Leontine cursing. Gods, I hate magic.
Dont start, Kaylin.
All right. I wont.
And speaking of magic
Yes, damn it, I know.
Youre late.
Did I not just say I know that?
Have you ever been on time for one of your lessons?
Once. I think it almost gave Sanabalis a heart attack. If, she added darkly, Dragon lords have hearts.
I believe they have four.
Probably because they ate three. She started to run because Severn had begun to jog.
I have a few questions to ask the sergeant, Severn said. Ill meet you after youve finished.
Lord Sanabalis of the Dragon court had that aura of aged wisdom that had not yet declined into dotage. She found him both comforting and frighteningbut then again, shed seen a Dragon in its serpent form, so that was understandable.
He was also, in his own way, kind. The day she had been on time, he had been late. In fact he had taken to arriving about half an hour to an hour later than their scheduled appointment, probably to put Marcus at ease. It was not something she thought other Dragons would do; even Tiamaris, technically still seconded to the Hawks, would not have condescended to show that much consideration for the merely mortal.
Especially not when it was Marcus.
Today, Sanabalis was waiting for her in the West room, in the chair he habitually occupied. It was the largest chair in the office, and it was made of something so hard you could probably have carved swords out of it and they would still have maintained a killing edge.
Dragons were not exactly light.
She bowed when she entered the room, her hair askew. She had, as usual, flown through the office at a run, and paused only to let Caitlin fuss a bit.
But she sagged slightly when she saw her nemesis sitting on the table: a pale candle with an unlit wick. Grimacing, she took her seat opposite Sanabalis.
Good of you to come, he said. This was code for Ive been waiting half an hour. She had thought she would only be half an hour late, and revised that estimate up by about thirty minutes.
I was delayed, she said carefully, by a request from Ybelline of the
He lifted a hand. It is not my concern.
He waved toward the candle, and Kaylin said, without thinking, Instead of trying to get me to understand the shape of fire, can you teach me the shape of water?
His utter silence was almost profound, and his eyes had shifted from calm, placid gold to something that was tinged slightly orange. Red was the color of death in Dragon eyes.
Orange just meant they might pull an arm off for fun.
It is very interesting that you should ask that, Kaylin. You will of course amuse an old man by telling him why.
Kicking herself was not much fun, but she did it anyway. Its
His eyes shifted shades. His inner lids began to fall. Certainly made his eyes a more vibrant color. Why water, Kaylin? Why now?
Because she was either brave or stupid, she said, Why do you care so much? She didnt tilt back in her chair; she couldnt affect that much nonchalance in the face of a concernedshe liked that wordDragon lord. But she did try.
It wasnt the answer he was expecting. She could tell by the way he blinked; the last few weeks had given her that much. Water is pervasive, he said at last, and his eyes had shaded back to gold, but it was a bright and fiery gold, unlike the normal calm of Dragon eyes. Too keen, and too shiny.
All of the elementsand that is a crude word, Kaylin, and it conveys almost nothing of their essencehave faces. They are death, if you discern that shape, but they are life, if you discern others.
She thought of the shape of fire. Looked at the candle. It wasnt life or death she had been struggling with. It was just lighting a damn wick. Fire burns, she said at last.
Yes.
And without it, we die in the cold, if were unlucky enough to live there.
Yes.
Theres more?
Yes.
Youre not going to explain it, are you?
No. But I am not unpleased, Kaylin.
Why is that, exactly? She didnt often say something right to her teachers, and she thought it might be useful if she ever wanted it to happen a second time.
Water, he said. Tell me what you think.
She knew she was chewing on her lower lip. Well, she said at last, you can drown in it.