a snarl. "Don't you think I understand? I sense as you do, Grandmother. I feel everything, everything my children feel. I feel their pain and fear. And through them, I feel your people as well. I feel them screaming and dying. I am so filled with it that I could almost split open down the middle."
A calm, hard voice spoke into the chamber, causing Isana to flinch in surprised reaction. "Be cautious," said Invidia Aquitaine. "You are being manipulated." The former High Lady entered the chamber, attired in the formfitting black chitin-armor apparently worn by all of the Aleran Citizens who served the vord.
The vord Queen turned her head slightly, her only acknowledgment of Invidia's words. She frowned, and swiveled her unsettling eyes back to Isana. Silence stretched for a time before she asked, "Is this true?"
Isana stared at Invidia. She had heard Amara's descriptions of the creature clinging to Invidia's torso, its bulbous body pulsing in a rhythm like a slow heartbeat. But seeing it happening, seeing the blood that seeped weakly from where the creature's head thrust into the woman's chest, was a different matter altogether. Invidia had been many things to Isana - ally and manipulator, mentor and murderess. Isana had ample reason to hate the former High Lady, she supposed. But looking at her now, she could summon forth nothing more than pity.
And revulsion.
"That is a matter of viewpoint," Isana replied to the vord Queen, her eyes never leaving Invidia. "I am attempting to understand you. I am attempting to enable you to understand us more clearly."
"Knowledge may make you more able to prevail against me," the Queen said. "It is a sensible course of action to pursue. But the reverse is also true. Why would you seek to allow me to understand your kind better?"
Invidia stepped forward. "Isn't it obvious?" she asked, her voice calm. She looked nowhere but at Isana. "She senses the emotions in you, just as I do. She hopes to draw them out of you, to use them to influence your actions."
The Queen's mouth twisted into a chill smile. "Ah. Is that true, Isana?"
"From a certain point of view," Isana replied. "I hoped to reach out to you. To convince you to cease hostilities."
"Invidia," the Queen said, "how would you evaluate her skills at watercrafting?"
"As the equal of my own," Invidia replied smoothly. "To be cautious, I would say that she was my equal at least."
The vord Queen absorbed that for a moment. Then she nodded. "In your judgment, is there anything she could directly accomplish by this method?"
"Only to learn how pointless it is to try," Invidia replied, her voice tired.
"There is without question emotion like our own inside you. But you do not feel it in the same way we do. It does not influence your decisions or judgment." She stared at Isana without any emotion showing on her face or in her manner, and said, "Believe me. I've tried. It is already over, Isana. If you would reduce the pain and suffering our people experience, you should advise them to surrender."
"They would not listen," the Queen said dismissively. "And besides, I'm not letting her go."
Invidia frowned. "Then I see no value in keeping her - or her lover - alive."
"Let us say that it is for the good of the Aleran people," the Queen said.
Isana jerked her gaze from the treacherous High Lady to the Queen. "What?"
The Queen shrugged a shoulder, a gesture Isana found somehow familiar and intensely uncomfortable. "The Aleran people suffer because they fight. They will never surrender the fight so long as Gaius Octavian is alive. Gaius Attis might give them the ability to resist, for now - but he is a pretender, and your people know it. So long as the true heir to the House of Gaius walks the land, there will always be many who will fight. He must be dealt with."
The Queen pointed a clawed fingertip at Isana. "Octavian's mother is in my control. He will be forced to come to me in an attempt to preserve her life. However, by all accounts she has demonstrated irrational resolve in the past. She might destroy herself to prevent Octavian from coming after her - which is why I need the male alive and unharmed. So long as he remains so, she will retain the hope that both of them might escape this place together."
Isana tried to prevent herself from shivering at the cold, detached calculation in the Queen's voice, at the