To cheat him.
"They said-!" he exclaimed. "They said she was the eldest Barahal daughter."
"Is that what they said?" asked the djeli. "They must have chosen their words carefully, knowing the contract was sealed by magic."
"What are you saying?" Andevai whispered, face ashen, his triumph in ruins.
"It seems there is no Barahal blood in her at all," said the mansa in a voice so soft it should not have made me shudder like a leaf tossed in a tremendous gale, and yet it might as well have been a roar. "And you, Andevai, you are too much a fool to have seen the trap even as they sprang it. Flow they must be laughing now. I wonder, how have we transgressed that a child born into a village of simpleminded field hands, the children of the children of slaves, should be a vessel of such abundant cold magic? And yet, in the end, one may as well have tried to train a dog to dance."
"But I destroyed the airship-"
"That was the lesser of your assignments. The marriage was the crucial one. So much at stake! And you brought us this useless female!"
"Mansa," Andevai said desperately.
"Get rid of her."
Andevai grabbed my arm and dragged me to the door, pushed it open, and shoved me out. I staggered a few steps before I caught myself short and turned, knowing I must go back inside and ask a question or demand an explanation.
Andevai shut the door in my face. I sank to my knees, sagged against the door, and winced back from the touch of iron bands so cold they burned.
There is no Barahal blood in her at all. All strength sapped from me, I collapsed forward along the floor. No Barahal blood at all.
I lay this charge on you as well, Aunt had said to me when I was only six years old, when I had come to live with them, that you must protect Bee, for there will come a time when she will need your protection.
Four Moons House had wanted Bee all along.
That being so, what did it make me?
The sacrifice.
17
Lying against the door, too weak to rise, I could hear them perfectly.
"How can it even be possible that you-even you-after all the itfUggle we've undertaken to educate you properly-could have made such a fundamental and devastating error?"
"Mansa," interposed the djeli. "There is no canoe so big that it may not sink. Also, he is young."
The magister snorted. "You have always favored him. Did you breed the filly who birthed him?"
Air can change consistency when the temperature drops suddenly, as it might once a year when the rare ice blizzards swept down off the glacial shelf. My lips stiffened and I thought for an instant I could lick ice out of the air.
"Andevai!" The djeli spoke firmly. "Control yourself!"
"My mother did not-"
"Do not wield your anger against the mansa. It is forbidden."
"My mother did not-"
"Your mother," agreed the djeli, "is by all reports a woman as strong as iron, industrious, forgiving, even-tempered, and loyal. Mansa, it serves no purpose to insult a woman who does not stand here to defend herself. The young man knows who his parents are. That is all I have to say on the matter. Now I am finished with it."
"I hear what you have said, Bakary," said the mansa. "Yet can
it be that in his arrogance he has forgotten his mother is alive only due to our generosity? It is we who obtain at much difficulty and cost the medicine that staves off her illness. Has he forgotten what his village owes Four Moons House? Remind him!"
The djeli sighed, then spoke in a cadence something like song and something like poetry.
"It is the Diarisso lineage that possessed the handle of power, the essence of spirit, which in the old country we called nyama.
"It is the Diarisso who warded off the terror that came out of the bush, that which attacked the great empire, the cities and towns and villages, the fields and houses.
"It is the Diarisso who with their chains of magic guided the people, guided them safely across the hidden paths of the waterless desert, and so to the sea, to escape the flesh-eating ghouls, the salt plague that overtook the kingdom.
"Twenty thousand marched out of the city; mothers carried their children; sons carried their elders.
"Ten thousand only reached the shores of the middle sea.
"They found the Kenaani ships, they handed over the gold, and the ships carried our people north to this shore, so far it was, as far as we could journey away from the plague.
"Three hundred and twenty-nine years ago, this happened.
"Then at that time, when they reached the north, the Diarisso lineage founded the first mage House. later, some among the children of their children founded Four Moons House."
The mansa spoke. "Do you remember, boy, what your people owe to Four Moons House?" "I do," Andevai mumbled.
"Your ancestors had no sorcery, no weapons, no provisions, no water, no strength. You would have perished in the desert had we not fed you and carried you. In exchange, we accepted your labor and the labor of your descendants as guarantors for the debt incurred."
"I have failed you, Mansa."
"Of course! How I expected you, such as you are, to succeed I cannot imagine. And yet the task was so simple."
"Mansa," interposed the djeli, "if the young man was not aware the Barahals hoped to cheat him, he would not have been alert to answers devised to fool him. Outright lies on their part would have burned. It is obvious they schemed for many years in order to cheat us. They even had a girl ready to substitute in their daughter's place. I must say, it was exceedingly clever of them."
"Yes, Phoenicians are known for their cleverness, are they not? They are stoats in our poultry yard." His tone, which remained angry but respectful when replying to the djeli, darkened to scorn. "What is it? You may talk."
Andevai spoke in a tone so humble it was like scraping the floor. "I make no excuses for my failure, Mansa. It is my responsibility alone."
"Yes, yes, I suppose it was inevitable." Evidently groveling appeased the mansa, because he went back to hammering on my people. "Especially when faced with cunning and self-serving mercenaries like the Barahals. They fostered the rise of Camjiata through their secret networks. They pretended they had no part in the monster's early successes and his later wars. They proved themselves adroit, indeed, in holding out empty hands to plead their innocence after his capture. It is pure accident we found evidence of their complicity, which we could use to control them. Yet the Hassi Barahals still scuttle across the continent like so many cockroaches."
Indignation, once stirred in a cat's heart, is like nourishment.
My fainting heart began to swell and strengthen. Still listening, I carefully turned my head to survey the hall.
Two attendants stood on either side of the double doors leading to the corridor. They were, I thought, making an effort not to stare at me lying stretched like a slaughtered heifer before the mansa's closed door. Otherwise, this large, elegant chamber was furnished with four low, wide benches padded with pillows and a mirror set against the wall at the end of the chamber opposite from where I lay. A mural painted along the walls depicted a desert crossing: powerful, handsome men and strong-as-iron women clothed in gold and orange striding over the tumultuous sands with their chains of power wreathing them like vines, using divination to forge a path and using a chain of sorcery to keep the salt plague and its ghouls at bay. They were followed by a train of much smaller sized people, their children and dependents and retainers, and the even smaller figures of their slaves.
"There is much you do not understand," the mansa was saying beyond the door, evidently to Andevai. "You are young, and inexperienced, and ignorant." He clearly expected no answer to this self-evident description, because he kept talking. "Now listen carefully. The diviners warned us in their maze of sand and shells that a general would rise to trouble Europa with his schemes. But we did not realize until too late the threat the Iberian Monster truly posed. We did not realize that he had gained a mage House as his willing ally. We did not know until too late that he was using the vision of a woman who could walk the dreams of dragons to plot his campaign of conquest. Too late, we understood that the dreamer had attracted the notice of the masters of the Wild Hunt. Too late. Do you understand?"