Rebellion

CHAPTER 10

“What do the planets say?” Tali said, panting. Walking fifty yards had exhausted her, but it was twice as far as she could have gone yesterday.

They were up in the chancellor’s observatory, at the highest point of Fortress Rutherin. It was a cold, still night with a red moon and a scattering of the brightest stars.

The chancellor, swathed in a fur-lined cloak, was studying the motions of the planets through a telescope. He had provided a padded chair for Tali, and a charcoal brazier, but she was pacing around the triangular roof. If a chance came to escape, she must be ready to take it.

“That if I don’t do something brilliant now,” he replied, “it will be too late.”

He warmed his hands over the coals and hunched in his chair. He looked defeated.

She continued her circuits, counting the steps. One hundred, two hundred, two hundred and fifty -

“You’re up to something,” he said. “Come here.”

Tali returned to the chairs and put on her cloak, but did not sit down. She did not speak; it was the safest way with the chancellor. He was a cunning interrogator and the most innocent questions had a way of leading into quicksand.

“We could be friends,” he said mildly. “You don’t have any friends, only the child.”

“I had two friends,” she blurted. “You killed one and condemned the other.”

“The necessities of war.”

“That’s your excuse for everything. You always hated Tobry.”

“It wasn’t hate I felt for the man — it was contempt. How could I respect a fellow who made a joke of all I held dear, yet himself believed in nothing?”

“He’d lost his house, his family and all he held dear, through no fault of his own.”

“I know his story,” the chancellor said indifferently.

“Not all of it. The Tobry I knew, and came to love, was fighting for his country as bravely as any man I’ve ever met.”

“You haven’t met many men, have you? In Cython, the Pale men are kept apart from the women.”

Tali wasn’t going to be distracted that easily. “Tobry made the ultimate sacrifice to save his friends — he became a shifter because it was the only way to save us from a horde of them. That’s not the action of a man who believes in nothing!”

The chancellor waved a twisted hand. “Perhaps I was wrong about him. I’m fallible, like everyone else.”

“Unlike everyone else, your mistakes kill people!” she said furiously.

He jerked the cloak more tightly around his meagre frame. “Do you think I don’t lie awake at night reliving my failures? I had eighteen thousand troops in Caulderon. How many do you think I got out with me?”

Tali had no idea. “Two thousand?”

His laugh was like metal tearing. “I couldn’t even save two hundred. Most of those eighteen thousand died in the storming of Caulderon, along with thousands of civilians, because I underestimated the enemy.”

The pain in his voice was evident; the agony of command, but after all he had done to her friends she could not feel any sympathy for him. “When are you going to stand up and fight?”

“When my army is ready.”

“It’ll never be ready,” Tali guessed.

“You are at my mercy,” he reminded her coldly.

“But unlike you, I haven’t given up.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re just going through the motions. You don’t have what it takes to lead Hightspall in war.”

His face flushed. She had stung him. Good!

“Will you be as diligent in fulfilling your blood oath as you are in criticising my failings?” said the chancellor.

She looked down at her hands. How could she rescue the Pale? In a thousand years, no other slave had ever escaped from Cython, and there was a good reason why. Every entrance was heavily guarded and the entry passages were mined with all kinds of ingenious traps.

And even if she could overcome her terror of slavery enough to go back, and even if she could get inside, how would she ever rouse the cowed, unarmed, untrusting Pale to rebellion and get them out again? In Cython, betrayal was the way to favour and most of them would inform on her in an instant.

The chancellor rose and warmed his hands over the brazier again. A momentary breeze stirred the coals, sending a single spark drifting up and wafting warmth towards her.

“Sit down, Tali.”

She sat by the brazier.

“You’ve suddenly regained a sense of purpose,” he said.

A chill crept over her. This was why he had called her up here. How could she hold him out?

“After a week and a half abed you’ve suddenly started exercising. Why?”

“You’re spying on me.”

“I spy on everyone. Answer the question!”

“Why do I need a reason to eat, or to rise from my sickbed and regain my health?”

“I wouldn’t advise you to play games with me, Thalalie vi Torgrist.”

What could she say? Nothing that would heighten his suspicions.

“It’s Rannilt,” said Tali.

The chancellor’s eyes met hers. “What about her?” he said mildly. “She’s no use to me. Her blood doesn’t heal. Now why would that be?”

“I think Lyf stole her healing gift in the caverns under Precipitous Crag.”

“Is that so? My spies tell me Rannilt has nightmares and comes to you for comfort.”

“Not the kind of comfort you’re imagining,” said Tali, and showed him her scabbed wrist.

The chancellor stared. “She’s taking your blood?”

“I love the child, and I owe her my life, but…”

“But she’s like a little parasite, sucking your blood.”

“Yes, she is!” Tali cried, rising abruptly and lurching, stiff-legged, around the chairs. “You can’t imagine how much I resent it.” She used her passion to try and conceal the coming lie. “I’m not taking it any more — letting her take it,” she amended hastily.

His enigmatic smile troubled her. He knew she was concealing something. She had to give him more.

“There’s something else,” said Tali. “About Lyf.”

“Go on.”

“I’ve seen him.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I–I connected to Lyf after Dibly took my blood the first time. He’s searching for something, lost long ago.”

“What?” the chancellor said sharply.

“Some kind of a key. The ghost king with Lyf said, The key must be found. Without it, all you’ve done is for nothing.”

“A key lost long ago?” The chancellor leapt up and paced around the brazier. “Do you mean from the time he was abducted by the Five Heroes?”

That hadn’t occurred to Tali. “I suppose it must be.”

“What kind of a key? To a lock? Or a puzzle?”

“I don’t know.”

“And you’ve known this for how long?”

“A week or so.”

Purple flooded his face. He was angrier than she had ever seen him. “Yet you kept it from me.”

“You’ve treated me and my friends like enemies.”

“I’m trying to win the war.”

“Not hard enough!”

“If I’d known this a week ago I might have been able to do something. Find out!”

“What?” she said, shivering.

“Do whatever it takes. I’ve got to know what the key is.”

“I–I’ll do my best, but — ”

“I don’t want your best,” he said savagely. “I want the answer, now!”

“It’s dangerous. Lyf — ”

“Not as dangerous as I am when people fail me. We’ll start with another blood-letting. Right now!”