of the axe in his hands, as if he contemplated his own disembowelment.
"I don't want him to kill himself," said Nafai. "I don't have the power to heal him."
"Don't worry," said Oykib. "You did exactly the right thing. The one thing the war king can't do is shed his own blood for the people. Don't ask me why, I just know that's the quandary he's trying to deal with."
Chveya interrupted. "Someone else is coming."
They looked up and saw that the digger army was indeed responding to someone else. "Not the blood king," said Oykib. "It's the mother."
"The queen?"
"I think she's the war king's mate, yes," said Oykib. "But she's something more than that. They all call her 'the mother.' "
"What, they have a queen rat?" said Chveya. "Like a queen bee or a queen ant?"
"These are mammals," Oykib reminded her. "It's a religious title, I think. Like blood king and war king." Then, tentatively, he made the sound he had heard in his mind. "Emeezem," he said.
"What's that?" asked Nafai.
"Her name. That's the name they're calling. And her title is Ovovoi."
"Say her name again," said Nafai. "I have to get it right the first time I say it."
"Emeezem," said Oykib. "It's not as if I know for sure I'm right."
Nafai lifted his chin and bawled out her name like a caller in a marketplace. "Emeezem!"
The diggers all fell silent. A single figure emerged from the woods and slowly approached Nafai.
She was obviously female, but the real surprise was that she was hairier than most of the males. She wore no decoration, but the pattern of graying in her hair served the purpose well enough. She looked regal; she also looked frail.
"She is begging the god to forgive her. She didn't know what the foolish males were planning."
"I want the baby," said Nafai.
"She knows that. Her women are searching for the baby right now," said Oykib. Then, suddenly, he realized what she was straining to see. "Hold your lantern up to Nafai's face, Chveya."
Chveya did it, and the digger queen covered her head and curled herself into a ball on the ground. "She can die happy now," said Oykib, "because she's seen your face in flesh at last."
"My face?" asked Nafai.
"That's what it seems to me she's saying," said Oykib. "You're the one with the pipeline to the Over-soul. I'm having a hard time making sense of any of this."
"Don't get testy with me," said Nafai. "The Over-soul doesn't hear the things you're hearing. Your connection with the Keeper is better than his."
Oykib felt a glow suffuse throughout his body. Pride and fear, a strange mixture. The Oversold needs me to help with this-that was the pride. But the fear was stronger: If I make a mistake, there's no one to correct me.
Emeezem uncurled herself from the ground. "She's waited all her life for you," said Oykib, trying to make sense of the images that flashed into his mind-images of herself as a child, of dark underground places. "She thinks it was you that made her queen. Because you accepted her."
"When could I have done that?"
"When she was a little girl," said Oykib. "I don't understand it, but her childhood memories include you."
"Her bond with you is incredibly strong," said Chevya. "Stronger than her bond with her husband. It's really amazing, Father."
"She's begging you to spare her husband's life. He didn't know about the kidnapping either. It was the blood king's son who did it."
Emeezem hissed and sputtered a fierce command to her husband, and he rose to his feet and shouted almost the same words. Moments later, a proud-looking male strode out, casting aside his weapon in a flamboyant gesture. He walked up to stand before Nafai, but he did not bow or show respect in any way.
Emeezem and the war king both muttered commands to him, but he showed no sign of hearing them.
The queen turned to Nafai and spoke a stream of what sounded like horrible invective.
"She's begging you to strike Fusum dead," said Oykib. "That's the young one's name-he plotted everything even though everyone had been commanded not to harm us."
"I'm not going to kill him," said Nafai.
"You have to do something," said Oykib. "This is the guiltiest one. The war king didn't dare to touch him since he's the blood king's son, so that's why he gave you the four actual kidnappers. But you're a god, Nyef. You have to do something to him or-well, I don't know. Chaos. The universe collapsing. Something really bad, anyway."
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