The Price of Spring (Long Price Quartet #4)(119)

"There's nothing you can say to her. She's gone mad, and you talk about her as if she weren't. Whatever words you use, she's going to hear what she wants. You might just as well send her a puppet and let her speak both parts."

"You don't know her," Maati said, his face flushing. "You've never met her."

"I've been her," Idaan said dismissively as she walked down the steps to the now-crowded quay. "Give her what she wants if you'd like. It's never made her well before, and it won't make her well now."

"What would you advise?" Otah asked.

"She'll be distracted," Idaan said. "Go in with a bowman. Put an arrow in the back of her head just where the spine touches it."

"No," Maati shouted.

"No," Eiah said. "Even if killing her is the right thing, think of the risk. If she suspects, she can always lash out, and we haven't got any protection against her."

"There doesn't need to be anyone there for her to be suspicious," Idaan said. "If she's frightened by shadows, the end is just as bloody."

"So we're giving up on Galt," Ana said. Her voice was flat. "I listen to all of you, and the one thing I never hear mentioned is all the people who've died because they happened to be like me."

Maati stepped forward, taking the girl's hand. Otah, watching her, didn't believe she needed comfort. It wasn't pain or sorrow in her expression. It was resolve.

"They don't think they can move her to mercy," Maati said. "I will do everything I can, Ana-cha. I'll swear to anything you like that I will-"

"Take me with you," Ana said. "I'm no threat to her, and I can speak for Galt. I'm the only one here who can do that."

Her orders were met by silence until Idaan made a sound that was equally laughter and cough.

"She told me to come alone," Maati said. "If she sees me leading a blind Galt to her-"

"Vanjit has the right to see her mistakes," Otah said. "She's done this. She should look at it. We all should look at what we've done to come here."

Maati looked at him as if seeing him for the first time. There was a deep confusion in the old poet's face. Otah took a pose that asked a favor between equals. As a friend to a friend.

"Take Ana," Otah said.

Maati's jaw worked as if he were chewing possible replies.

"No," he said.

Otah took a pose that was at once a query and an opportunity for Maati to recant. Maati shook his head.

"I have trusted you, Otah-kvo. Since we were boys, I have had to come to you with everything, and when you weren't there, I tried to imagine what you might have done. And this time, you are wrong. I know it."

"Maati-"

"Trust me," Maati hissed. "For once in your life trust me. Ana-cha must not go."

Otah's mouth opened, but no words came forth. Maati stood before him, his breath fast as a boy's who had just run a race or jumped from a high cliff into the sea. Maati had defied Otah. He had betrayed him. He had never in their long history refused him.

For a moment, Otah felt as if they were boys again. He saw in Maati the balled fists and jutting chin of a small child standing against an older one, the bone-deep fear mixed with a sudden, surprising pride in his own unexpected courage. And in Otah's own breast, an answering sorrow and even shame.

He took a pose that acknowledged Maati's decision. The poet hesitated, nodded, and walked to the riverside. Idaan leaned close to Ana, whispering all that had happened which the girl could not see.

Kiyan-kya-

Sunset isn't on us yet, but it will be soon. Maati is sulking, I think. Everyones frightened, but none of us has the courage to say it. I take that back. Idaan isn't afraid. Just after Maati refused to take Ana Dasin with him to this thrice-damned meeting, Idaan came to me and said that she was fairly certain that if Vanjit kills us all, she'll die of starvation herself within the year. Uanjit's hunting ability hasn't impressed her, and Idaan has a way of finding comfort in strange places.

Nothing has ever come out the way I expected, love. It seemed so simple. T' e had men who could sire a child, they had women who could bear. And instead, I am sending the least reliable man I know to save everything and everyone by talking a madwoman into sanity. If I could find any way not to do this, I'd take it. I appealed to what Maati and I once were to each other when I tried to convince him to accept Ana's company. It was more than half a lie. In truth I can't say I know this man. The boy I knew in Saraykeht and the man we knew in Machi has become a stew of bitterness and blind optimism. He wants the past back, and no sacrifice is too high. I wonder if he never saw the weakness and injustice and rot at the heart of the old ways, or if he's only forgotten them.

If I had it all to do again, I'd have done it differently. I'd have married you sooner. I'd never have gone north, and Idaan and Adrah could have taken Machi and had all this on their heads instead of my own. Only then we'dhave been in Udun, you andl, andl wouldhave had yourcompany for an even shorter time. There is no winning this game. I suppose it's best that we can only play it through once.

You wouldn't like what's become of Udun. I don't like it. I remember Sinja saying that he kept your wayhouse safe during the sack, but I haven't had the heart to go and look. The river still has its beauty. The birds still have their song. They'll still be here when the rest q f us are gone. I miss Sinja.