Oddly enough, no one in the office even thought of asking that question. Im sure if someone had, wed have that information in our hands by now and everything would be resolved. The sarcasm in Hansons voice should have been lethal; it was embarrassing instead.
The Emperors going to reduce me to ash if anything happens in the warrens.
Figure out a way to survive a lot of fire then, Hanson replied. It was the warrens; if was not precisely the right word. It was simply the hopeful one.
* * *
The warrens are okay, Kaylin told Bellusdeo on the way to said warrens. Severn said nothing. Theyre nowhere near as bad as the fiefs. Theyre more crowded than the rest of the city, and more run-down. But: no Ferals.
I have no fear of Ferals, Bellusdeo replied. And before you warn me of all the other dangers, please remember Im a Dragon. A prickly Dragon.
If it helps, this is considered a Barrani beat.
Because no one is stupid enough to think a few underfed thugs present a danger to the Barrani, of course. Her chilly tone was a warning. She considered Dragons to be stronger than Barrani, and any implication to the contrary was not going to be well received. Do yourself a rather large favor and worry about your own survival.
She wasnt worried about Bellusdeo; she was worried about the Emperor. She couldnt point this out if she didnt want to add to the hostility between the two Dragons. Since the Emperor had come to dinner at Kaylins house, thered been something close to peace between thembut it was a peace between previously warring nations. It was fragile.
Besides, I think your assignment in the warrens was a deliberate choice.
Oh?
I go where you go, with Imperial permission.
You think theyre expecting real trouble? No wonder Marcus was in a mood.
Oh, I think your sergeants mood had a lot to do with the Barrani unrest. Hes a sergeant. He expects everyone under him to operate under the same rules. Bellusdeo smiled fondly. Its almost nostalgic.
You had to deal with sergeants?
Or their equivalents, yes. But never from beneath them. She shook herself. He is fond of you, of course, which is why you come in for more of his public displeasure than the average new recruit. He cant afford to show favoritism. It bleeds solidarity from the ranks. If hes fond of youand he is, no one could miss thatand he treats you the way he does, it means no one is safe. She wrinkled her nose. I take it this is also where the tanneries are.
* * *
Kaylin did not detest the warren. She didnt feel the need to make excuses for the people who lived here; life had already done that. But she knew theft from the inside out. Knew that shed been good enough not to get caught often. She needed to eat, same as anyone, and if there was no way to do that legitimately, shed made other choices. She wasnt proud of them, but she wasnt humiliated by them, either.
She understood that once you started, crime became another tool, another way to survive. That you could want a better life, dream of it, of being a better person, and it didnt matter. Dreams didnt fill a stomach. But the warrens were on this side of the Ablayne. They were subject to the Emperors Law. The worst excess of human behaviors was curbed here. It wasnt like the fiefs.
She knew that the tabard she wore put a wall between her and the warrens residents. But at least it was the East Warrens, not the south.
Power, Bellusdeo said, is always interesting. It is not an absolute, with few exceptions.
Exceptions?
The Eternal Emperor would be one of them. But he is considered out of reach. His position is not visibly contested in any way. People gather. Its what people do.
Dragons dont.
No. But Dragons have hoards, and hoards can make a Dragon dangerously unstable if they are not prepared for it. We do not make friends the way mortals do.
Or the way Barrani do?
Or the way Barrani do, no. We have not found there is strength in numbers, except perhaps in the case of war. And even then, it is questionable. I ruled. In any gathering of mortals, at any station of life, there is always a question of power. Or perhaps hierarchy. Even in the fiefs, where one could arguably say there is little true power, people struggle for position. People kill for it, one way or the other.
That doesnt make humanity sound all that appealing.
The Dragon smiled. If that was all that humanity contained, perhaps it would be unappealing. The power games of most mortals makes no material difference to my life. But no, power itself is inert. People want it for different reasons. In the warrensas in your fiefsthey want power because it is tied to survival. But so, too, family, kin, clan. To belong to a group is to gain a negotiable safety from it. It is why gangs clash. It is why reprisals exist.
I would imagine the warrens are no different from the fiefs. Tell me, have you lost many Hawks to the warrens?
Kaylin glanced at Severn. It was Severn who answered. Yes. Not, however, since Barrani joined the force. Aerian patrols were also successful in preserving lives, but they were not considered as effective at deterring crime.
And the Barrani themselves are trusted not to add to the crime?
They have been, Severn replied. Teela, however, has been crucial to their performance.
And someone tried to kill her this morning.
3
Each beat had its own route. Even Elani. Those routes, however, were considered by most beat Hawks to be general guidelines, and deviation from the suggested norm was not career-threatening. Flexibility was a necessity in the life of a beat Hawk, something that the higher-ups did understand, except when it came to quartermasters and uniforms.
Kaylin knew the warrens because she had come here with Teela and Tain before she had been given a rank and a uniform of her own.
Being with Barrani, and not hiding from them, had been a novel experience. She understood why people in the warrens vanished from visible windows or door frames as the two Hawks walked by. She also understood that the very young, very stupid, or very ambitious couldand occasionally didattempt to take Hawks down.
It was the reason this was considered a Barrani beat. If the gangs felt they were equal to two officers with tabards, the equation changed markedly when the people who were wearing the tabards were Immortal. The gangs here had lived their lives in the maze of buildings and compromises that were the warrens. They could be forgiven for assuming the law was irrelevant, because in most obvious ways in their limited experience, it was.
It had been both irrelevant and a daydream in the fiefs of Kaylins youth, and at least these streets didnt have Ferals literally devouring the unwary.
But...was that really any better? She wanted to slap herself for even thinking it. Clearly shed been too comfortable, too safe, for too long. The Ferals were death. You had a hope of negotiating with anything else.
Youre thinking, again.
Ferals, Kaylin told the Dragon. We were more terrified of Ferals than almost anything else. Small and squawky snorted dismissively. Bellusdeo didnt bother, but it was clear she felt the same.
That wasnt a terrified face.
Its just...they werent personal. They werent plotting against us. They wanted one thing: to eat us. We wanted one thing: to avoid them. The cost for failure was high, but...it wasnt personal. Does that make sense?
Yes. Why are you thinking of that here?
Because the East Warrens are the closest the city comes to the fiefs I grew up in.
Bellusdeo frowned. I would like a word with your Emperor.
Have several. But before you do, are you implying that your city didnt have warrens?
Bellusdeo was silent for several steps. No. I couldnt realistically imply that. Some of my best soldiers, however, probably came out of my version of your warrens. She smiled and added, Were being followed.
Oh, probably.
Will they attack us?
They might. Theyre used to seeing Barrani in these tabards; the Barrani have been doing this beat for a long time, now. Seeing normal mortals
Bellusdeo coughed.
They cant see the color of your eyes from here, and you dont look Barrani at a distance. Even if they could, I doubt over half would realize what the eye color meant. For obvious reasons, there arent a lot of Dragons randomly wandering the streets. If they do attack, though, going full-on Dragon would probably be the fastest way to end the fight.
I thought that was illegal.
Youve always gotten away with it before.
Kaylin.
She stopped talking at the sound of Severns voice. She didnt, however, stop walking. She didnt even glance in his direction. She knew where he was, knew how far away, knew how ready he was for a fight. Where?
The old town hall.
She glanced down the street toward the tallest building in the warren. It stood at the edge of this particular beat, but it had, some indeterminate length of time ago, been a rallying point in a besieged city. It was called the town hall because historical rumor suggested it had been built for that purpose. Whether it had seen any use in that capacity was an entirely different question.
Her small dragon, however, drew himself into the seated posture that implied he was ready for a fight. Or a bellow of outrage. Since she hadnt done anything to warrant the latter, she tensed, but didnt break her slow, steady stride.
Not until a familiar voice said, This is not the place for you.
Bellusdeo came to an immediate stop. Golden eyes reddened significantly into the orange that was anger, worry or fearand Bellusdeo was not afraid of the owner of that voice. What, she said, in her icy, regal queen tone, are you doing here?
Mandoran, however, failed to materialize.
The small dragon squawked and then lifted a wing to cover Kaylins eyes. The wing was translucent, of course, but looking through it often revealed hidden things. Or worse. Mandoran wasnt so much standing in the street as drifting above it.
What are you doing here? Kaylin demanded, repeating the gold Dragons words. Because Bellusdeo had stopped walking, she had come to a stop as well, the rhythm of patrol abruptly broken.
Teela found out that youd been sent to the East Warrens on patrol.
Yes. And?
Mandoran made a face. She doesnt want you in the East Warrens. But its not actually you shes worried about.
Mandoran, Kaylin decided, was an idiot. Had she been in possession of his True Name, shed be shouting at the top of her lungs in his figurative ears. His wince made clear that someone in his cohortlikely Teelahad had the same thought.
Sadly, Bellusdeo wasnt as oblivious as Mandoran. She couldnt possibly be worried about me.
Maggarons been sulking for weeks now because hes not allowed to accompany youand you know how he hates being left out of a fight.
Bellusdeos brows rose, briefly, in Kaylins directionbut to do that, she had to break her glare. Ask Teela how political this is.
Mandoran, unlike most of the Barrani she had known before the cohort, was terrible at lying. He didnt try. She says youre likely to survive, and the miscreant shes worried aboutthe soon-to-be possible miscreantwould take heat for any attack against you in the High Court. Problem is, hes not part of the High Court, and hasnt been for some time.
You have an outcaste living in the warrens? At Mandorans expression, Bellusdeo added, It wouldnt be the first time its happened.
This would not be my idea of a safe hiding place. Mandorans grimace was heavy with disgust; it was also brief. He turned to Kaylin. Teela wants you out of the warrens.
Marcus doesnt. And you can tell her I said so.
I wont repeat what she just said.
Why not? Ive heard it all before.
Yes, but the Dragon probably hasnt, and you know the Emperors just going to blame you if she starts using that kind of language. For a moment, his expression looked normal but his color was entirely off. His hair seemed almost white, his skin, blue. And his eyes were not Barrani colored at all.
The small dragon squawked, and Mandoran cursed. He turned toward the old town hall. Kaylin tracked the direction of his gaze with little effort.
She froze.
Standing at the peak of the decrepit tower roof was a Barrani.
* * *
Unlike Mandorans, his coloring was more or less the norm for Barrani: his hair was black, his skin ivory. At this distance, his eyes couldnt clearly be seen, but Kaylin would have bet her own money that they were Barrani blue. She hadnt managed to contain her surprise enough to look away, and although she couldnt see the color of his eyes, she saw the subtle shift in their shape.
He was invisible, and had expected to remain so. She had seen him. Math had never been Kaylins strong suit, but even she could handle one plus one.
Time to move. Move.
Severn was armed, but had not yet unwound his weapon chain; not even in the fiefs did he fully arm himself unless it was night. She headed into the nearest narrow alley to break the line of sight, and everyone except Mandoran followed.
She practically spit his name in a whisper that would have been a hiss had his name had any sibilants.
He cant see me.
Dont be so certain of that.
Even if I were visible, I wouldnt be too worried. Its the Dragon hes going to be aiming for.
He can try, the Dragon snapped. It obviously annoyed her to have to run and hide from Barrani. Then again, it often annoyed her to have to run, period. She was a Dragon.
Are all Dragons like this? Mandoran asked, as if he did have Kaylins True Name, and had heard the thought.
Not the time for this, Kaylin snapped back. What is he doing?
Moving.
Coming down?
Yes. In case youre worried, hes not using the stairs.
Given the rest of the exterior, I doubt the stairs would support his weight.
Mandoran swore.
Whats happening?
He can, apparently, see me.
Bellusdeo snorted smoke.
Im going to head back home now, while Teela is only enraged. She cant leave the office if she wants to retain the tabardbut shes considering it anyway. True to his word, Mandoran faded from sight. Kaylin didnt see him leave, but knew the moment he was no longer present.