There were more of them now, perhaps fifty, clustered hesitantly and birdlike in the shadows. Some were obviously children, but most were of the same indeterminable age; their wrinkled Elantrian skin made them all look as old as Roial. None approached the food.
"Why aren't they coming?" Sarene asked with confusion.
"They're scared," Spirit said. "And disbelieving. 'rills much food must seem like an illusion-a devilish trick their minds have surely played on them hundreds of times." He spoke softly, even compassionately. Hs words were not those of a despotic warlord.
Spirit reached down and selected a turnip from one of the carts. He held it lightly, staring at it as if he himself were unsure of its reality. There was a ravenousness in his eyes-the hunger of a man who hadn't seen a good meal in weeks. With a start, Sarene realized that this man was as famished as the rest of them. despite his favored rank. And he had patiently helped unload dozens of boxes filled with food.
Spirit finally lifted the turnip and took a bite. The vegetable crunched in his mouth, and Sarene could imagine how it must taste: raw and bitter. Yet, reflected in his eyes it seemed a feast.
Spirit's acceptance of the food seemed to give approval to the others. for the mass of people surged forward. The Elantris City Guards finally perked up. and they quickly surrounded Sarene and the others, their long spears held out threateningly.
"Leave a space, here before the boxes," Sarene ordered.
The Guards parted, allowing Elantrians to approach a few at a time. Sarene and the lords stood behind the boxes, distributing food to the weary supplicants. Even Ahan stopped griping as he got into the work, doling out food in solemn silence.
Sarene saw him give a bag to what must have been a little girl, though her head was bald and her lips creased with wrinkles. The girl smiled with an incongruous innocence, then scampered away. Ahan paused for a moment before continuing his labor.
It's working, Sarene thought with relief. If she could touch Ahan. then she might be able to do the same for the rest of the court.
As she worked, Sarene noticed the man Spirit standing near the back of the crowd. His hand was raised thoughtfully to his chin as he studied her. He seemed… worried. But why? What had he to be worried about? It was then, staring into his eyes, that Sarene knew the truth. This was no lackey. He was the leader, and for some reason he felt he needed to hide that fact from her.
So, Sarene did what she always did when she learned that someone was keeping things from her. She tried to find our what they were.
"There's something about him, Ashe." Sarene said, standing outside the palace and watching the empty food cart pull away. It was hard to believe that for all the afternoon's work, they had distributed only three meals. It would all be gone by noon tomorrow-if it wasn't gone already.
"Who, my lady?" Ashe asked. He had watched the food distribution from the top of the wall, near where Iadon had been standing. He had wanted to accompany her, of course, but she had forbidden it. The Seon was her main source of information about Elantris and its leaders, and she didn't want to make an obvious connection between the two of them.
"The guide," Sarene explained as she turned and strolled through the broad tapestry-lined entryway of the king's palace. Iadon liked tapestries far too much for her taste.
"The man called Spirit?"
Sarene nodded. "He pretended to be following the others' orders. but he was no servant. Aanden kept shooting glances at him during our negotiations, as if looking for reassurance. Do you think perhaps we got the names of the leaders wrong?"
"It's possible, my lady," Ashe admitted. "However, the Elantrians I spoke with seemed very certain. Karata. Aanden. and Shaor were the names I heard at least a dozen times. No one mentioned a man named Spirit."
"Have you spoken with these people recently?" Sarene asked.
"Actually, I have been focusing my efforts on the Guards." Ashe said, bobbing to the side as a courier rushed past him. People had a tendency to ignore Seons with a level of indifference that would have been offensive to any human attendant. Ashe took it all without complaint, not even breaking his dialogue.
"The Elantrians were hesitant to give anything more than names, my lady-the Guards, however. were very free with their opinions. They have little to do all
day besides watch the city. I put their observations together with the names I gathered, and produced what I told you."
Sarene paused for a moment, leaning against a marble pillar. "He's hiding something."
"Oh dear," Ashe mumbled. "My lady, don't you think you might be overextending yourself? You've decided to confront the gyorn, liberate the court women from masculine oppression, save Arelon's economy, and feed Elantris. Perhaps you shouId just let this man's subterfuge go unexpIored."
"You're right," Sarene said, "I am too busy to deal with Spirit. That's why you are going to find out what he's up to."
Ashe sighed.
"Go back to the city," Sarene said. "You shouldn't have to go very far inside-a lot of Elantrians loiter near the gate. Ask them about Spirit and see if you can discover anything about the treaty between Karata and Aanden."
"Yes, my lady."
"I wonder if maybe we misjudged Elantris," Sarene said.
"I don't know, my lady," Ashe said. "It is a very barbarous place. I witnessed several atrocious acts myself, and saw the aftermath of many others. Everyone in that city bears wounds of some sort-and from the sounds of their moans, I would guess that many of the injuries are severe. Fighting must be common."
Sarene nodded absently. However, she couldn't help thinking of Spirit. and how strikingly unbarbaric he had been. He'd put the lords at ease, conversing with them affably. as if he weren't damned and they the ones who had locked him away. She had found herself almost liking him by the end of the afternoon. though she worried that he was toying with her.
So she had remained indifferent, even cold, toward Spirit-reminding herself that many a murderer and tyrant could appear very friendly if he wanted to. Her heart, however, told her that this man was genuine. He was hiding things, as all men did, but he honestly wanted to help Elantris. For some reason, he seemed particularly concerned with Sarene's opinion of him.
And, walking out of the entryway toward her own rooms. Sarene had to try very hard before she convinced herself that she didn't care what he thought of her.
CHAPTER 24
Hrathen was hot within his bloodred armor, exposed as he was to the bright sunlight. He was consoled by how imposing he must look, standing atop the wall with his armor shining in the light. Of course, no one was looking at him-they were all watching the tall Teoish princess distribute her food.
Her decision to enter Elantris had shocked the town, and the king's subsequent bestowal of permission had done so again. The walls of Elantris had filled early. nobles and merchants packing themselves along the open, wall-top walkway. They had come with faces like men watching a Svordish shark fight, leaning over the wall to get the best view of what many projected would be a thrilling disaster. It was commonly thought that the savages of Elantris would rip the princess apart within the first few minutes of her entrance. then proceed to devour her.
Hrathen watched with resignation as Elantris's monsters came placidly, refusing to ingest even a single guard-let alone the princess. His demons refused to perform, and he could see the disappointment in the crowd's faces. The princess's move had been masterful, castrating Hrathen's devils with a sweep of the brutal scythe known as truth. Now that Sarene's personal aristocrats had proven their courage by entering Elantris, pride would force the others to do so as well. Hatred of Elantris would evaporate, for people couldn't fear that which they pitied.