longer gave her any pleasure. Nothing gave her pleasure any more. She pulled out the knife, just to be ready.
‘What are you doing?’ he said, hanging motionless.
‘You killed Myllii.’
‘Myllii?’ he whispered dazedly.
Surely he hadn’t forgotten? He truly was a monster. ‘I’m going to kill you for that, Nish.’
He closed his eyes, which turned his face into an ebony mask, then opened them with a flash of white. ‘I’m sorry. It was an accident. He just reared back –’
‘It’s too late to say you’re sorry now,’ she whispered, overcome by memories still vivid and clear.
‘Ullii,’ he begged. ‘Please.’
‘Too late. Too late.’ She turned away, the blade hanging down. Ullii couldn’t look at him. Why was he saying it now? Why not back then, when it had mattered?
‘What about our baby?’ croaked Nish. Sooty flakes of skin broke from his lips and drifted upwards in the rising air. ‘Would you kill our little baby’s father?’
‘There is no baby!’ she said in a thin scream. ‘Yllii is dead and that’s your fault too!’
FOUR
Nish’s hand slipped and he flailed about wildly before getting another grip. ‘Yllii?’ he rasped.
‘Your son!’ It was an accusation – how could you not know his name? And an attack – it’s your fault.
‘My son?’ That threw him. His lower lip trembled. ‘Dead? How?’
How could he not know? Having lived Yllii’s death every possible way over the past four and a half months, she found Nish’s ignorance incomprehensible. It didn’t occur to her that he had no way of knowing these things. ‘You killed him!’ Ullii shrieked, half-mad with rage and grief.
Nish clung desperately to his perch. ‘You ran away, Ullii, and I couldn’t find you. I don’t know what happened from that day to this. But whatever happened to our son, I wasn’t there.’
‘You weren’t there,’ she whispered. ‘You were never there when I needed you, Nish. You didn’t care.’
‘I wept tears of blood for what I’d done to Myllii but I couldn’t undo it. Please, Ullii. What happened to our son?’
She swept the blade through the air. ‘Come down.’
‘Put the knife away first.’
She gave a half-hearted slash, screwed her eyes up, then laid the knife on the floor among the shattered glass, within easy reach. Nish would come down. He had to know what had happened to his son and it gave her the upper hand. At least he cares about Yllii, she thought, even if he hates me.
‘Come down, Nish.’
She studied him from under her eyelids. He seemed to be weighing her intentions. Now he began to swing his legs, trying to line himself up with the gap. Ullii could have done it with her eyes closed but he lacked her natural dexterity, and that pleased her selfish little soul. It wasn’t often that she felt superior.
Nish sucked in a breath, swung, and threw himself at the gap.
Before he let go, Ullii knew he’d miss. He’d swung out a little too far, a fraction too hard. His legs went through the gap but his body wasn’t lined up properly and he was heading straight for a pair of razor-sharp blades.
Nish jerked backwards and twisted sideways at the last instant, and his torso passed through safely. He whipped his head back, the blade shaved a clump of hair off the left side, nicking his ear, then he was through, all but his flailing left arm. It went side-on into a blade, cutting a deep gouge in his forearm before the glass broke. Blood spurted up as he slammed into a sloping slab of stone that was mercifully free of glass.
He didn’t move for a second or two. Blood pumped straight up from his forearm, coating one of the blades above him before dripping all over his face. Moving painfully, he got a thumb to the artery and the flow stopped. He looked up at her, the blood still dripping on his face, and across at the knife. She did too.
Ullii still planned to kill him. She took up the knife but Nish didn’t move. Blood welled out under his thumb and he pressed harder. She hated him for all that had happened to her since she’d been taken to the manufactory a year ago. Because of him she was alone in the world. She had no brother, no son, no friends, and now the lattice, her last resort and only comfort, had gone away. She didn’t know how to get it back.
‘I didn’t know Myllii was your brother,’ Nish said quietly, his voice barely audible over the singing