"Ryka?"
She whirled in surprise. A man came out of the darkness at the right of the gate, and she cursed herself for not paying attention to her surroundings. No one ought to have been able to creep up on her like that. Then, belatedly, she recognised him, and her eyes widened. "Kaneth?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"
"Here, meaning in Scarcleft, or here, meaning in front of Taquar's gate?" He glanced up to where a guard on the wall was staring at them in an interested way, his zigger hissing in the cage that was clipped to the shoulder of his uniform.
She allowed him to take her elbow and guide her away, but her tone was frosty. "Both," she replied.
"The answer's the same to both questions, anyway. Following you."
"Then you had better have a good excuse," she snapped. "Because it feels very much like being spied upon."
"Feels rather like spying to me, too," he said cheerfully as they headed down to the next level. "But my excuse is a good one. Granthon sent for the two of us. I went to your house to tell you, and your father said you'd come to visit your cousins here in Scarcleft. I told Granthon that, and he told me to go and get you. Not, mind, 'send her a message.' Oh, no. I had to come and get you. Which meant I had to drop everything and ride two days to get here. Then, when I arrive, what do I find? You aren't staying with your cousins at all. They hadn't even seen you. It was just as well I recognised your mount down in the pede livery when I was stabling mine or I would have been wondering if you were even in Scarcleft!"
"So how did you find me?"
"I walked the streets until I sensed your water."
She was dumbfounded. "You can recognise me by my water?"
He didn't reply.
"That's a stormlord skill."
"Ah-well. You know my powers have always been damned unpredictable. I can't do it from very far away, and not for anyone else. Just you. And don't ask me why, because I have no idea. I've been able to do that since we were children. Remember how I used to always know what you were up to?"
"Oh! That explains a lot. It used to drive me crazy."
"Which is why I never told you how I knew. I was glad of the skill tonight, because quite frankly, Scarcleft Hall was the last place I thought of looking. I was on Level Three, and I thought I must be imagining things when I sensed you up there. Although I suppose I should have guessed, the way you were fluttering your eyelashes at Taquar when we were in the Gibber Quarter. What the pickled pede do you think you are doing, going to Scarcleft Hall at night? Don't you know what sort of reputation he has with women?"
"Fluttering my eyelashes? I do not flutter my eyelashes! How dare you insinuate-" She halted, flustered by her recollection of how-eyelashes notwithstanding-she had at least tried to arouse Taquar's interest in her. Then her fury exploded at the last of what he had said. "And as for reputations, what about yours? I hear far more about Kaneth Carnelian's acquaintance with every snuggery girl from Breccia to Breakaway than I do about Taquar's! You are utterly insufferable!"
"Maybe, but that still doesn't explain what you were doing there. You can't think of marrying Taquar, surely. Even you can't be that foolish. You do know he has never sired a child, don't you, although it hasn't been for want of trying, believe me."
"Even I? Sunlord save me, but you are insulting, Kaneth." Inside she thought miserably, Damn it, am I the only person who didn't know Taquar was sterile?
"Only when you deserve it."
She winced, and he changed his tone, suddenly gentle. "By all that's water-holy, what is it with us? Ryka, we used to be such good friends. What happened?"
She looked at him, straining to see his face in the dim light. "You really don't understand, do you?"
"No, I don't."
He sounded so genuinely mystified, she took him at his word. "Bedding a string of hussies and snuggery girls may be forgivable when you are eighteen and as randy as a street cat surrounded by a crowd of fluffy felines on heat. It even has a certain youthful charm. But in a man of thirty-five or so, it's just… vulgar. Immature. Tawdry. It makes me sick. And the idea that I am to be just one in that string makes me feel dirty. As though I am a body to be enjoyed, but never a mind to be respected. Or a face to be admired, or a friend to be appreciated, or a wife to be esteemed."
She stopped as Taquar's words resounded in her head, sour and hateful. And worrying. What if they were true? Your snappish character and lack of femininity as unattractive as your face and as dull as the way you dress. What if Kaneth felt the same way about her? Oh Sunlord, Ry, she thought, you never used to care that you weren't pretty. What's happened to you? Why should it suddenly matter?
Kaneth raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Then why did you go sneaking around to Taquar's? You can't think he's more chaste than I am, surely."
"Oh bother you, Kaneth. Go away."
"I'll escort you to wherever you're staying."
"I don't need company."
"No, I don't suppose you do. You are a rainlord, after all. But it's late and I'll do it nonetheless. And I'll escort you back to Breccia, too. Granthon still wants to see us. And quite frankly, I don't know what we are going to say."
" 'No.' At least that's what I am going to say. And if that is enough to stop our rainlord's allowance, then we shall just have to learn to do without it. It may curtail your popularity with the snuggery girls, but I'm sure you can learn to live with that."
"Easy to see you haven't faced Granthon when he's made up his mind about something," he said, and she heard genuine warning in his tone. "Do you really think that's all the persuasion he has in mind?"
She thought about it and went cold.
Ryka remembered Kaneth's words when they faced the Cloudmaster in the Breccia Hall dining room several days later. Granthon was apparently well enough to sit up and have dinner with the rest of his family, but she was shocked by the decline in his health since she had seen him last. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes deep-set and suffering. Moreover, he looked… unkempt. And this in a man who had always been faultlessly attired, a regal, proud man, not one who would informally interview a couple of rainlords in front of his family, let alone be seen with his vest stained and his tunic sleeves dirty.
Ryka shot a look at Ethelva and saw the tightness around the woman's eyes. They exchanged a wordless glance, and Ryka saw the pleading there, and the wisdom. Her expression said, as clearly as spoken words, "Don't thwart him. He's all we have."
Ryka looked away to give her attention to the others. Nealrith, who had risen when she and Kaneth were ushered in, was shifting his weight uncomfortably. He'd greeted them both, but now refused to meet Kaneth's gaze. Laisa watched with interest, smiling faintly, as if secretly amused, while Senya, the little brat, sparkled with an unpleasantly gleeful interest.
The kind of women men admire, Ryka thought. Beautiful, and who cares what the inside is like? Or whether they have anything but sand in their skulls. She sighed to herself, wryly aware that she did not much like the cynicism of her thoughts. She used to be a much nicer person before she'd fallen in love. How ironic is that? she mused. And do we really have to stand here like a couple of naughty children while Granthon chastises us in front of these two bitches, mother and daughter? Sands, this is as humiliating as my interview with Taquar.
"Laisa, Senya, let's go outside, shall we?" Nealrith said. "This is not a matter that concerns us."
"On the contrary!" Granthon barked, his white bushy brows drawn so tight they met over his nose. His voice was surprisingly strong. And angry, with a twist of deep emotion. "This is exactly something you should all hear, because you should all know the sacrifices you might be called upon to make in the future. Senya, particularly."
He then directed his attention to Kaneth and Ryka, saying, "You both know the situation. The land could die with me. Probably will. And neither of you are doing your duty to prevent it. I have been patient far longer than I should have. I have threatened you with monetary loss. I have appealed to your sense of honour. I know nothing is certain-that any children you have may be water-blind-but we need to try everything, no matter the cost. If I can ruin my health and the quality of my life for you and this land, the very least you can do is marry for the good of it."