The Killing Moon (Dreamblood #1)(22)

“You have a commission. Forgive me, Ehiru.”

For an instant Ehiru was too startled and angry to speak; he stared down at the Superior. “I desecrated a tithe only days ago.”

“I’m aware of that. Yet as Superior I must also remind you of the practical implications of your self-imposed penance. Una-une gave his Final Tithe three months ago. Nijiri won’t be ready ’til next season at least. I have asked Rabbaneh and Sonta-i to shoulder some of your duties given recent events and because you’ve taken on Nijiri, but it’s simply unfair to ask them to continue much longer. Two Gatherers cannot do the work of four.”

Ehiru flinched as guilt overlaid anger. Turning to gaze out at the crowd, he said, “I don’t mean to burden my brothers unduly. But you must understand… I doubt, Superior. I no longer feel Hananja’s mandate in my heart. I no longer know if…” He faltered, then forced himself to voice the fear that had been gnawing at his mind since the night of the Bromarte trader’s death. “I no longer know if I am fit, if I am worthy, to perform my duties.”

“Both Rabbaneh and Sonta-i have mishandled Gatherings, Ehiru—Sonta-i twice. Is your sin greater, or theirs lesser? Do you demand more of yourself than you expect of them?”

Yes. But he did not voice the thought lest he be accused of arrogance.

The Superior watched him expectantly. It was clear refusal would be unacceptable.

“As you wish, Superior,” Ehiru said at last, with a sigh. “I can only pray that this is Hananja’s wish as well. At least Nijiri will be pleased; he’s been plaguing me to go out for a fourday now.”

The Superior nodded and turned back to the crowd. His eyes roved for a moment before alighting on the steps around the pavilion. “The strangers there in grieving colors. They are Kisuati; they celebrate the Hamyan properly. Do you see them?”

Ehiru did. They stood higher on the steps now that the children had been taken away by the Prince’s wives and guardsmen. The Prince had resumed his place on the oxbow seat, his posture formal and the Aureole once again raised behind his head. Several of the strangers made a bow of supplication to him, but one woman amid the group remained tall and straight. The others bent around her like reeds to a bargepole.

“The woman.”

Ehiru frowned. “Women need no Gatherer’s assistance to reach Ina-Karekh—”

“In this case the commission is requested as a kindness, both to her and to the city. Her soul is corrupt, the supplicant says.”

“Has an Assay of Truth been performed?”

“Unnecessary. The supplicant is beyond question.”

Ehiru turned his head to stare at the Superior’s profile.

The Superior smiled at Ehiru’s skepticism, though Ehiru noted that the smile did not reach his eyes. “I did request proofs to support the charge of corruption. I was shown such proofs. But a formal assessment would take time and require a public record. In this case, that would cause greater harm.”

Ehiru’s frown deepened as suspicion flowered in his mind. “Who is she?”

“Her name is Sunandi. Jeh Kalawe in their nomenclature; a daughter out of the lineage of Kalawe, of sonha caste, in ours. She is the Voice of the Kisuati Protectorate, newly assigned to Gujaareh. The charge is that she has used her position to spy, to steal, and to corrupt Gujaareen officials. By her actions she foments unrest between Gujaareh and Kisua.”

“Our focus is spiritual, not political.” Ehiru folded his arms. “If the Sunset wants her killed, he has assassins for that.”

“And if the Protectorate declares war? The assassination of an ambassador would be a violation of the treaty between our lands. The whole city would suffer if they sent an army seeking redress. Where is the peace in that, Servant of Hananja?”

Long gone from my life, Ehiru thought bitterly.

“Would they not also declare war if she is found dead with my mark on her?” he asked. “Gathering is not their way.”

“They respect it as ours. Kisua honors Hananja too, even if they dilute their faith by worshipping other gods alongside Her. If this woman is Gathered, the Kisuati will be angry, no doubt—but not angry enough to declare war. That would enrage their own Hananjan sect and cause them no end of internal trouble.” The Superior turned to him. “I won’t pretend this isn’t political, Ehiru. But there remains a spiritual component to the matter. The woman has committed acts of theft, deception, and malice. If she were anything but an ambassador, how would you judge her?”

“… Corrupt.”

The Superior nodded as though he were still a Teacher, and Ehiru a particularly wise student. “As you said: our focus must be spiritual first and foremost.”

Ehiru sighed. “Her location?”

“Here in Yanya-iyan, of course. The ambassadorial wing, largest suite. Will you require maps?”

“No. I remember the way.”

“Will you be taking Nijiri? Palace guards draw swords first and ask questions later.”

“The better for him to learn the hazards of our path.” Ehiru turned to go, then paused. “I will carry out the commission tomorrow night.”

“So soon?”

“If she is as corrupt as you say,” Ehiru replied, “then for every day I delay, her soul grows more diseased. Shall I leave her to suffer longer?”