The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms - By N. K. Jemisin Page 0,29

not imagine her being friendly toward, much less close to, someone like Viraine.

But I had no idea where to begin learning more about my mother. The obvious source for information was Dekarta, though I had no desire to ask him for the intimate details of my mothers past in front of the entire Salon. A private meeting, though yes. That would suffice.

Not yet, though. Not until I understood better why he had brought me to Sky in the first place.

That left other members of the Central Family, some of whom were more than old enough to have remembered the days when my mother was heir. But Tvrils warning lingered in my mind; any of the Central Family who truly had been friends to my mother were off doing family business, no doubt to keep themselves apart and safe from the viper pit that was life in Sky. No one who remained would speak honestly to me. They were Dekartas peopleor Sciminas, or Relads.

Ah, but there was an idea. Relad.

He had refused my request for a meeting. Protocol dictated that I not try againbut protocol was a guideline, not an absolute, and among family protocol took whatever form its members permitted. Perhaps a man used to dealing with someone like Scimina would value a direct approach. I went in search of Tvril.

I found him in a spacious, neat little office on one of the palaces lower levels. The walls glowed down here, even though it was a bright day outside. This was because the lower levels of the palace were underneath the broadest part of its bulk and cast into perpetual shadow as a result. I could not help noticing that I saw only servants on these levels, most of them wearing the blood sigil that looked like a simple black bar. Distant relatives, I knew now, thanks to Viraines explanations. Six generations or more removed from the Central Family.

Tvril was giving instructions to a group of his staff when I arrived. I stopped just beyond the open door, listening idly but not interrupting or making my presence known, as he told a young woman, No. There wont be another warning. When the signal comes, youll have one chance. If youre still near the shaft when it comes He said nothing more.

The grim silence that fell in the wake of his words was what finally caught my attention. This sounded like more than the usual instructions to clean rooms or deliver food more quickly. I stepped closer to the doorway to listen, and that was when one of Tvrils people spotted me. He must have made some sort of signal to Tvril, because Tvril immediately looked my way. He stared at me for half a breath, then told his people, Thank you; thats all.

I stood aside to let the servants disperse through the doorway, which they did with a brisk efficiency and lack of chatter that I found unsurprising. Tvril had struck me as the type to run a tight ship. When the room was clear, Tvril bowed me inside and shut the door behind us in deference to my rank.

How may I help you, Cousin? he asked.

I wanted to ask him about the shaft, whatever that was, and the signal, whatever that was, and why his staff looked as though he had just announced an execution. It was obvious, though, that he preferred not to speak of it. His movements were ever so slightly forced as he beckoned me to a seat in front of his desk and offered me wine. I saw his hand tremble as he poured it, until he noticed me watching and set the carafe down.

He had saved my life; for that I owed him courtesy. So I said only, Where do you think Lord Relad might be about now?

He opened his mouth to reply, then paused, frowning. I saw him consider attempting to dissuade me, then decide against it. He closed his mouth, then said, The solarium, most likely. He spends most of his idle time there.

Tvril had shown me this the day before, during my tour of the palace. Skys uppermost levels culminated in a number of platforms and airy spires, most of which contained the apartments and entertainments of the fullbloods. The solarium was one of the entertainments: a vast glass-ceilinged chamber of tropical plants, artfully made couches and grottoes, and pools for bathing or other things. Tvril had not led me far inside during our tour, but Id caught a glimpse of