“In the history of the clans, which clan was founded without a Gathering?”
“There is no such clan.”
“The Liethe.”
She searched her mind and found nothing, only tale and mystery and fear. “There must have been a Gathering.”
“No. One woman created the Liethe. And so it shall be again. You can have whomever you want, up to a hundred bodies — from the craft clans, from the creches, from the Kaiel. As long as they are good at physics. If I have to divorce them from their families, you shall have them! You are to create the traditions and the breeding rules. Your assignment is to duplicate your own peculiar mental bent — and perfect it if you can. I have predicted that the Kaiel shall win all of Geta if it is possible to true-breed your abilities. That is why I cannot risk your affair with the maran-Kaiel who perhaps are lovable but who are not worthy of you.”
He must be demented. Was this how senility suddenly attacked? She stared at him in amazement. “You cannot…”
“I can! I am a Gathering of One! I am doing it!”
Kathein dropped to her knees again — weakly — and touched her head to the floor. “The honor is too much.”
Quickly he knelt beside her and took her bowed head in strong hands that had held many women. “How pleasant to see you no longer sad! I think you are liking my gift. Perhaps we will have time to share our mutual interests on the pillows?” He was chuckling. His grin was so wide that he had difficulty kissing her.
She was totally confused. “Is that why you’ve brought me here and offered me my soul’s desire with a plan that must defy all of Geta, because you lust me?” There was sting in her voice.
He lifted her to her feet, undisturbed by the anger. “It is uncanny to be the Prime Predictor. I see Kaiel power born through your womb — the vision is clear — but who knows if that is a future I see because I’m a prophet or because my lust for you drives me to create it? Who knows? Not I.” He was amused.
Kathein fled from him. “Take me to my room,” she demanded of his servant. Her lone backward glance showed her one of the Liethe women moving to Aesoe’s side. Safely in the room, she barricaded the furnishings against the massive door and lay on the bed sobbing out her love for Joesai and tender Gaet and shy Hoemei and Teenae whose kiss was as soft as the hoiela wing and Noe who loved her. It was hopeless. She would never touch them again, never kiss their scars. The most powerful man on Geta had seen her body and desired it. She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and when there were no more tears…
Thump.
A jerk of her head brought her facing the sound. The window had been taken from its casing. He was hunched there in the frame, grinning like a carnivorous ei-mantis ready to spring.
“You!”
“You don’t think a simple barricade would stop me?” he said, climbing down into the room.
“I’ll refuse you! I’ll dig my claws into you!”
“No you won’t.” He was laughing. “I wouldn’t be here if you were going to say no. It is a prediction I would put in the Archives.”
She pushed him away and turned her head while he kissed her cheeks and eyes and slipped about her neck some golden lace that held a foggy gem set by Liethe hands.
“You don’t love me,” she wailed.
“Of course I love you. You’re the finest woman I’ve desired all week.”
20
The fei flower that traps the pregnant geich female savors but briefly the eggs of the ferocious geich larvae waiting within her abdomen.
THEIR BASE OF OPERATIONS had been shifted from inn to ship. Below deck Joesai quizzed his wife in depth with the skeptical thoroughness of a professional. Eiemeni, who was an expert in the Bnaen technique for cueing memory recall, helped him with questions. It did not seem probable that Teenae was right. Why should the Mnankrei risk burning a Stgal granary while they were negotiating to supply the Stgal with grain?
Teenae grew impatient. “You play the doubting fool when you could be sharpening your knife. We must warn the townspeople and lead an ambush. We’ll be heroes and make up for the stupid way you treated Oelita, the cruel way you treated your betrothed.”
“At the present moment we couldn’t get away with accusing the Mnankrei of washing their bums in sea water. Maybe next week.”
Teenae was calmer now. “I told you exactly how they are going to attack and when. That is what is important; not what people believe!”
“You told us that Arap told you,” said Eiemeni.
“You’re still angry and want sudden vengeance,” said Joesai.
“Of course, I want vengeance!” Teenae raged.
“Vengeance is a waiting game for one who can control his passion.”
Sensing a stone wall, the tiny woman changed tactics. “That’s why I have chosen you as my instrument!” She took his arm as if she needed his protection, grinning all the while. “I’m just an overemotional woman and would spoil everything.” She paused. “That’s why you have to look out for me,” she added petulantly.
“Ho!” he said, feeling her tease and trying to edge her back toward reason. “It is not logical for them to burn a granary now. It would make people suddenly forget how virtuous they are.”
“They could blame it on us,” she suggested wickedly.
Such a sobering thought prompted him to take her story seriously. He sent her away and four of his counselors analyzed the tale she had been told aboard the Mnankrei freighter. In the end they decided that it was probably the invention of a boy trying to impress a beautiful woman but to be on the safe side they had to assume it was true.
Joesai left a small crew in his ship and sneaked the rest of his men out onto the peninsula within striking distance of the granary. He deployed them efficiently. None of his watchers were in sight, but they could maintain patrols that kept the coast impenetrable. Any small waterborne vessel that might attempt to beach itself could be captured within a matter of heartbeats.
Scowlmoon, fixed in the sky, overlaid six times as much of heaven as did Getasun. At sunset it was darkly huge but as the night progressed and the crescent expanded from its evening sliver, the moon began to cast considerable illumination. On the moonless side of Geta a surprise maneuver under cover of night might have been possible — but not there. By halfmoon Joesai was ready to believe that it was already too bright for an attack. Either sea priest Tonpa had changed his mind or the boy was a mischievous liar.
Joesai glanced at the granary and for no particular reason was staring right at it when the orange roiling balls of flame erupted. The flames had soared to four man-heights before he heard the explosion. Firebombs! His first impulse was to run toward the fire — until the horror of their situation struck his imagination. The bombs had long been in place! Probably they had been set off by fireproof Kaiel clockwork.
He had been keel-hauled twice in one day!
There would be no Mnankrei about. But Joesai and his band were close to the fire and they would be blamed because there was no way to sneak back to the village without being seen. Thus it was an emergency. They were heartbeats away from their lynching!
“Ho!” He was rising as he yelled. “Avalanche formation! Run!” The piercing cry from his caller’s pipes echoed his order.
The only thing they had going for them in their dash was that, though they might meet angry people on their way, none of these people would know how to fight or attack. Such were the children of the Stgal. And so nothing stopped Joesai’s wedge until it reached a growing crowd on the stone wharf where their small ship had judiciously retired to a moat’s distance. The ugly crowd half retreated as the wedge appeared but one braver group penetrated the Kaiel ranks — and were quickly catapulted into the water. The crowd moved back while Joesai lunged to protect his wife.