Scream of Stone

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27 Hammer, the Year of Rogue Dragons (1373 DR) The Chamber of Law and Civility, Innarlith

As they walked together into the senate chamber, Willem couldn’t help thinking Meykhati was afraid of him. The normally jovial, condescending man kept his face turned awaynot so much as most people would notice, but he never looked Willem in the eye.

“It hasn’t changed,” Willem said, thinking Meykhati would expect him to say something like that, his having been away from the senate for three years.

Meykhati nodded but offered no other reply. When they passed a junior senator Willem didn’t recognize, Meykhati stopped and greeted the young man as though they were old friends who hadn’t seen each other in decades. The junior senator was obviously flustered by Meykhati’s attention, but played along well. He only snuck a few glances Willem’s way, and again Willem thought he saw fear.

Why, he asked himself, would any of these people be afraid of me?

“Senator?” Willem said, touching Meykhati’s elbow.

The senior senator flinched as though Willem’s touch had burned him. The younger man he’d been speaking with took a full step backward and only just barely stopped himself from putting both hands up to fend Willem off. When Meykhati turned, he spoke to Willem’s chest, not his eyes, and his face was tense.

“Please don’t wait for me, Senator,” he said.

Willem paused. It appeared Meykhati had more to say, but instead he turned back to the junior senator and a spirited discussion of the uniformly gray and rainy winter weather.

With a sigh, Willem stepped down the aisle, walking slowly to give himself time both to consider Meykhati’s strange manner and to simply soak in the air of the place. He had always been intimidated, even afraid of the senate chamber, but coming back to it after having been away for so long, he realized how much he missed it.

That thought made him pull up short. Another senator brushed behind him, then scurried into one of the rows of seats muttering the starts to half a dozen different apologies. It was another man Willem didn’t recognize.

He shook his head, not sure why he’d stopped walking. Was it something about missing the senate chamber? But he would have had to have been conscious of where he was and what he’d been doing for the last three years to really miss a place. But still Willem either couldn’t, or on some level he couldn’t control in himself, wouldn’t think about that.

“Willem Korvan,” a woman’s voice came from behind him. He turned to see a woman with her right eye covered by a silk patch, staring up at him with her left. Her white hair was thinning, and the lines in her face were deeper than Willem remembered. “Is that really you?”

“Senator Nyla,” Willem said, holding out his hand. “It’s always a pleasure to see you.”

Nyla looked down at his hand and leaned back just a little. “Forgive me,” she said, “but I’ve been sneezing all day, and…”

“Quite all right,” Willem said, just so the uncomfortable moment would pass.

“Is it true, what they say?” she asked. “I’m sorry?”

She squirmed a little in her own skin just then, and Willem almost gasped at the sight of it.

She cleared her throat and said, “You’ve been gone too long.”

He nodded, hoping she would say more, but instead she scanned the room as if looking for an escape route.

“What do they say, Senator?” Willem pressed, but at that moment wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“Think nothing of it,” she said. “I shouldn’t have said anything. Forgive me?”

“I’m certain there’s nothing to forgive,” he said, “but”

“We should take our seats,” she interrupted, then walked away from him a little too quickly.

“She’s right,” Meykhati said. Willem wasn’t quite startled, but he hadn’t been aware of the senator’s approach. “You know which way the vote is to go, then?”

“Yes,” Willem said, once again trying to engage Meykhati in eye contact but failing. “I mean, I think so. What are we debating?”

Willem knew full well what the session had been called to vote on, but he found himself compelled to make further conversation with the man who’d been his sponsor for so long, but who couldn’t or wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“We’re here to vote for the purchase of wands that will allow the gate guards to detect the presence of magical radiations and dweomers,” Meykhati said, his eyes lazily scanning the room, but steadfastly not looking at Willem. “Once those are in place we can begin to assign a tax on any magical items brought into the city by non-citizens.”

“Why?” Willem asked.

“Why the tax?” Meykhati responded. When Willem nodded he said, “To help defer the cost of the wands.”

“And we are for this?” Willem clarified.

“Yes,” Meykhati replied. “Please, take your seat.”

Willem nodded and watched Meykhati pass other senators who tried to stop him to chat. The senior senator found his chair and all but fell into it. He put his face in his hands and breathed hard, wiping sweat from his brow and upper lip. He took a deep breath, held it, then seemed to sense that Willem was still looking at him. He turned, still holding the breath, and when their eyes finally met, Willem’s skin went cold and his own breath caught in his throat.

He’s terrified of me, Willem thought.

He turned his head so Meykhati wouldn’t have to look him in the eye anymore, then Willem took his seat and prepared to vote for another purposeless tax.