The Scarab Path

They had just passed between the great pillars of the Estuarine Gate, and Che carefully did not look back at the morass of cloth that was the Marsh Alcaia. 'I didn't realize the Khanaphir had subject peoples,' she said. 'The city's not exactly cosmopolitan.'

'And more than just the Marsh-dwellers,' Praeda confirmed, 'but they keep to their places. I've been asking to go upriver, to see some of the other settlements. The Dominion of Khanaphes has at least four disparate kinden within it, I believe.'

'What keeps them in line?' Che said softly, almost to herself. She looked up again at the nearest Marsh-dweller, silhouetted against the lightening sky. The Mantis woman did not glance down, but kept paddling strongly, stroke after stroke. What do they get out of this servitude? Who can manage to hold Mantis-kinden in thrall?

The Moths could — Achaeos's people. The thought came automatically, and she knew she was touching the secret again, hearing the pulse of Khanaphes's hidden heart. The Moths were a sorcerous, Inapt race, whereas the Khanaphir were not … or at least that was the face they showed to the world.

The river beyond the gates was swathed in mist: white curtains of it rose from the waters, cloaking the banks and muffling the deep ratcheting of the crickets and the boom of a distant cicada. Abruptly they were within it, and the world had been left behind, only the pale and ragged sheets of the mist itself coursing over and around them.

'We're not just going out alone are we?' Che whispered. 'Aren't there supposed to be more of us?'

'They'll be waiting for us further out on the river,' said Manny, with slightly hollow confidence.

'Do we have any idea what we're supposed to be hunting?' asked Praeda. Even she sounded slightly nervous.

'Fishing,' Manny said dismissively. 'After all this, it's only fishing. So I intend to get a decent look at the local fauna while everyone is fooling about with nets and things.'

There was a slight sound from the forward Mantis, which might have indicated humour. Che looked up abruptly to see a definite smile being fought off the woman's face. Her stomach sank, knowing that Manny's research had not been as thorough as he thought.

Something loomed ahead in the clearing mist, and Che made out a greater boat, a broad barge that was ten times as long as their little punt, equipped with a bare mast and a canopy to keep off the sun that would soon be burning the mist away. Che saw several robed figures standing at the rail, watching them with polite interest. She recognized Ethmet and a few of the other Ministers, obviously come to watch the sport.

'Why aren't I on that boat?' she asked.

'Ah, well,' said Manny, in a tone that admitted guilt even while he was choosing his words. 'We were given the choice, of course, but I reckoned we'd see nothing from up there.'

'Manny, are we … participating in this hunt?' Praeda asked him.

'Well, not so much — not unless you wanted to. I just wanted to make sure we were close enough to the water to see what was going on, get a decent look at the wildlife.'

There were other boats now skimming along the side of the barge. Che saw that they were tiny, barely five feet long and with a single Mantis-kinden poling or paddling them, poised with impossible balance as they scudded across the river. Those craft were not of wood, but merely bundled reeds, and where the bunched reeds were lashed together, at front and rear, they formed the original of the wooden carving that her own boat was capped with. She turned to point this out to Praeda, but the woman was already bent over the boards of their own craft, examining its construction.

'Fascinating,' she said finally. 'You realize there are no nails in this boat at all?'

'Don't be foolish,' Manny sneered. 'What's holding it together then?' He shifted his place and the craft rocked alarmingly. The Mantis crew accommodated the movement with a slight shift of balance, as though it had all been rehearsed between them and Manny the previous day.

'Rope,' Praeda revealed. 'Just rope, passed round and through and round again. It must shrink in the water, to hold everything together. But it's perfect Inapt boatbuilding. The techniques must be centuries old.'

Just like everything around here, Che thought.

Another boat came up beside them, the mirror of their own but twice as long, four Mantids back-paddling to bring the craft alongside. Amnon was standing at its carved prow, stripped to the waist and wearing only a kilt. Che heard Praeda murmur, 'Oh, grace and favour, look at him!' in civilized horror. She kept looking at him, though, Che noticed, and when she glanced away her eyes were drawn back to him soon enough. A conversation with Manny recurred to her, and Che wondered if similar word had crept round to Praeda.

The big man grinned down at them. 'Welcome!' he said. 'At last you are with us: the hunt can begin. It is my honour that you have agreed to participate as bold hunters along with us. In this way shall the skill and the courage of Collegium be known.'

Che grimaced up at him. 'Captain, I think you should first let us know just what we are hunting, and how to go about it,' she said weakly. 'We are rather new to this.'

'Of course, of course. You should watch me make the first kill, perhaps.' He put a bare foot up on the side of his boat, scanning the riverbank beyond them, then jabbing out a finger. 'There, you see,' he said. 'They come to warm themselves in the sun. Do you see them there?'

'Fish basking in the …' Che could see nothing but rocks amongst the foliage, but she heard Manny whistle in astonishment, and then one of the rocks opened a bulbous eye to appraise her. There were half a dozen of them, the least of them the size of a man. Slick-skinned, brown creatures with stubby front fins like arms, and high-set, goggling eyes, they lounged half-in and half-out of the water. One of them yawned, and its mouth was cavernous, the needle-sharp teeth glinting in the dawn light.

'Oh, loose knives and bloody thunder,' Manny said in awe. 'They're fish. Those are the fish they're hunting.'

'Land-fish,' Amnon said proudly, as though he was personally responsible for their existence. 'But we will not hunt these, of course. They are only young. It would not be fair to pit our skills against them until they have fully grown.'

'I want to go on the barge,' said Che, but the Mantids were suddenly thrusting the boat forward, almost toppling her backwards. Amnon's crew did the same, and she saw a few other boats like their own coursing ahead over the water, moving beyond the wallowing barge.

'Catch these!' Amnon called out. 'You must have the tools to hunt them!' He took up a leather-wrapped bundle that was as long as he was and cast it, with no appreciable effort, across the water towards them. Manny took it full in the chest and would have toppled overboard with it had Praeda and Che not grabbed hold of his robes. With a certain avid interest he unwrapped it, spilling arrows into the bottom of the boat. There was a brace of shortbows, too, curled forward ready to be strung, and a spear with a barbed head attached to a neatly coiled line.

'Nets and things,' said Che pointedly to Manny. 'What have you got us into?'

'That Amnon, he claimed it was fishing,' the fat man protested.

'Well, to him, this probably does count as fishing,' Che snapped. 'We will keep well clear of all this hunting, and Waste take the honour of Collegium.'

'Agreed,' said Manny, slightly shaken by this turn of events. Che sat back and put a hand to her head. Land-fish stared at her with sleepy suspicion from the banks, and so she turned her back on them, looking out at the other boats.