'Mistress, do you want to go lie down?' asked Sheyshi.
'No, I'm content here in the sun.'
'You should lie down for one month,' said Sheyshi. 'Otherwise the evil spirits might eat you.'
'I'm fine, Sheyshi. Maybe you could brew me some more of that nice tea with spices.' Anything to stop her hovering!
Given a task, the slave hurried off to the small encampment newly set up down the path to accommodate the daily coming and goings of reeves out of Naya Hall bringing provisions and news. The baby slept, his tiny round face entirely peaceful, although he slept so much she had scarcely seen his eyes open except for that first startling moment after his birth when he had stared at her as if recognizing her. He weighed nothing, really, light to hold but so vast that her heart had opened to encompass heavens and earth, fire and water, all of creation.
'Mai.'
She smiled down at the sleeping baby, and then she rose with careful dignity and turned to greet her husband. 'Anji, greetings of the day.'
He looked a bit ragged, as if he hadn't slept, but his clothes were neat and clean and his hair was tied tightly up in the Qin topknot, not a strand out of place. He held a basket in his hands. Awkwardly, he offered it to her, looking very serious.
'These gifts I bring, mare's milk, goat's butter, sheep's yoghurt, to strengthen your blood.' He set the basket on the low wall and opened a pouch slung at his hip. From this he drew length after length of gold chain and jewel-set necklaces, a fortune beyond price. 'Among my mother's people, a woman of honor wears her clan's wealth, for she alone possesses the vitality to resist its corrupting influence. This is yours now, which once belonged to my mother's mother.'
He draped them over her neck, a heavy weight indeed, and only then did he bend his gaze to the child.
She gently unwrapped the sleeping baby, who stirred and stretched as his limbs were exposed. 'He is whole, and although small he is so far healthy. He sleeps a lot, though.'
He examined the child's head and torso and genitals and limbs and fingers and toes, and only then did he smile, the sudden brilliance quite staggering.
'He needs a name!' she said indignantly.
He nodded. 'That's why I waited seven days. He'll be Atani, after my father, who loved his younger brother too much to see him murdered, although it cost him much on his own behalf. I've also been told that by Hundred custom it is a Water-born name, proper to a child born under the shelter of a waterfall, during a storm.'
'Atani,' she murmured, tracing the infant's perfect tiny lips and his flat baby chin. He burbled, mouth rooting as he woke up. His eyes opened, black pools absorbing the mystery of the world, and shut again.
'You have done well, Mai. Not that I am surprised.'
'Will you hold him?'
'After the moon's cycle is complete. Otherwise my touch may alert demons to his presence. It's enough that I can look at him, and at you, until that day.' He did look, but at her more than at the child, eyes narrowed with the very slight look of satisfaction that meant he was well pleased, perhaps even gloating, if Anji ever gloated.
'Captain!'
He turned. 'You are an uncle, Tuvi-lo.'
The chief walked up as Mai displayed the naked baby. 'So I am! What a fine lad.'
'Whole with no blemishes,' said Anji.
'Atani-hosh, I pledge my loyal service,' said the chief. Then with a big grin he nodded at Mai. 'To the mother, strength and honor.'
'I'm hungry. I think I'm always hungry!'
As if she had heard, Priya walked out from the cave. 'Captain Anji! You must not touch Mai or your son until the turn of the moon.'
'I have not. But I have brought Mai foods that will strengthen her blood.'
Priya took the infant to wrap it, and Mai sat on the wall an arm's length from Anji and ate the food he had brought, rich butter, voluptuous yoghurt, stingingly strong fermented mare's milk, while he related the tale of the skirmish and the fate of the Red Hounds.
'We killed all of the riders, except for two we took as prisoners. However, they did not talk. As for the agents in place within the settlement, three for sure we killed.'
'Who were they?' She shuddered. 'I hate to think of walking past such men every day and never knowing.'
'Posing as laborers. I am sure there are others. We remain vigilant. My brother the emperor will attempt to strike again. He sees me as a threat to his position, more so even than my cousins.'
'Although they are the ones who have challenged him over the throne.'
'At the moment, my brother is the one who stands in the way of their ambition. Although it's hard to imagine that they can defeat the rightful heir, the one the priests have sealed as legitimate. Now, of course, this boy likewise, a new grandson of the former emperor. So I'm not sure what to do with you and the baby, Mai.'
'Build me a cottage in this valley. Then it would be hard for the Red Hounds to reach me, neh?'
He surveyed the whitecapped mountains and the spilling water, inhaling the scent of sweet flowers, of extravagant leaves, of moist air. The deep cleft might harbor an entire village, and no one ever know.
'But I don't really want to live here forever,' she added hurriedly, brushing a hand over the links of gold that weighed on her chest. 'You know how I love the market. And I miss Miravia, if I'm ever to be allowed to see her again.'
He sat, saying nothing as he regarded the ripples in the pool with an expression so even that she began to grow nervous, thinking maybe he was very angry.
'Anji?'
'Marshal Joss told me a disturbing tale. Is it true?'
'That spirits attended the birth? I think so. I don't know what to call them, truly, for they were like strands of silk more than spirits, but I felt such calm and protection at their presence. Now they're gone. Sometimes I wonder if I dreamed it.' But when she turned to regard the waterfall, white skirts of mist rising where the water met the pool, she knew she had not.
'That he entered the chamber of birth,' said Anji.
Chief Tuvi whistled under his breath.
'The marshal brought me here safely. If we hadn't turned back, I'd have lost the baby over the sea, for it came that quickly. Miyara – the other reeve – told me it is traditional for an aunt and
uncle to witness the birth.' She watched him closely, not sure how to interpret his steady expression, but he glanced at the chief and shrugged as if to dislodge a weight, his shoulders relaxing.
'Uncle, eh? Then we must accept how things are done here in the Hundred. He's a good man. It can't hurt the child to be related by such bonds to the man who now stands as commander over all the reeves of the Hundred.'
Of course his words rolled out like so much nonsense. At first breath, she wondered what any of this had to do with the quiet woodland surrounding them, with the sun's glamour setting the peaks in bright relief against a rich blue sky, with the brown earth under her slippered feet, and the whisper of a breeze in her ear bringing with it the faintest chiming lure of a distant melody sung by unseen voices.
She licked dry lips. 'What do you mean, Anji? What has happened?'
'Hu!' He laughed for the first time, and she laughed, seeing his happiness in the quickness of his smile and the way he looked sidelong at her, almost flirting. 'Grim news, truly, and a difficult path ahead. But it's true it's hard to feel the shadows in this place, as if the gods hold their hearts here.'
Sheyshi brought bowls of spiced tea, and the men settled more comfortably on the stone wall while Mai adjusted the pillow under her to cushion the places down there where she was still rather sore.