of coursepowerful men are touchy over odd things. But my mother had indeed trained me well, and I knew it was worth the risk to establish myself in the courts eyes.
Dekarta Arameris face did not change; I could not read it. For my heir, Granddaughter. I intend to name you to that position today.
The silence turned to stone as hard as my grandfathers chair.
I thought he might be joking, but no one laughed. That was what made me believe him at last: the utter shock and horror on the faces of the courtiers as they stared at their lord. Except the one called Viraine. He watched me.
It came to me that some response was expected.
You already have heirs, I said.
Not as diplomatic as she could be, Viraine said in a dry tone.
Dekarta ignored this. It is true, there are two other candidates, he said to me. My niece and nephew, Scimina and Relad. Your cousins, once removed.
I had heard of them, of course; everyone had. Rumor constantly made one or the other heir, though no one knew for certain which. Both was something that had not occurred to me.
If I may suggest, Grandfather, I said carefully, though it was impossible to be careful in this conversation, I would make two heirs too many.
It was the eyes that made Dekarta seem so old, I would realize much later. I had no idea what color they had originally been; age had bleached and filmed them to near-white. There were lifetimes in those eyes, none of them happy.
Indeed, he said. But just enough for an interesting competition, I think.
I dont understand, Grandfather.
He lifted his hand in a gesture that would have been graceful, once. Now his hand shook badly. It is very simple. I have named three heirs. One of you will actually manage to succeed me. The other two will doubtless kill each other or be killed by the victor. As for which lives, and which die He shrugged. That is for you to decide.
My mother had taught me never to show fear, but emotions will not be stilled so easily. I began to sweat. I have been the target of an assassination attempt only once in my lifethe benefit of being heir to such a tiny, impoverished nation. No one wanted my job. But now there would be two others who did. Lord Relad and Lady Scimina were wealthy and powerful beyond my wildest dreams. They had spent their whole lives striving against each other toward the goal of ruling the world. And here came I, unknown, with no resources and few friends, into the fray.
There will be no decision, I said. To my credit, my voice did not shake. And no contest. They will kill me at once and turn their attention back to each other.
That is possible, said my grandfather.
I could think of nothing to say that would save me. He was insane; that was obvious. Why else turn rulership of the world into a contest prize? If he died tomorrow, Relad and Scimina would rip the earth asunder between them. The killing might not end for decades. And for all he knew, I was an idiot. If by some impossible chance I managed to gain the throne, I could plunge the Hundred Thousand Kingdoms into a spiral of mismanagement and suffering. He had to know that.
One cannot argue with madness. But sometimes, with luck and the Skyfathers blessing, one can understand it. Why?
He nodded as if he had expected my question. Your mother deprived me of an heir when she left our family. You will pay her debt.
She is four months in the grave, I snapped. Do you honestly want revenge against a dead woman?
This has nothing to do with revenge, Granddaughter. It is a matter of duty. He made a gesture with his left hand, and another courtier detached himself from the throng. Unlike the first manindeed, unlike most of the courtiers whose faces I could seethe mark on this mans forehead was a downturned half-moon, like an exaggerated frown. He knelt before the dais that held Dekartas chair, his waist-length red braid falling over one shoulder to curl on the floor.
I cannot hope that your mother has taught you duty, Dekarta said to me over this mans back. She abandoned hers to dally with her sweet-tongued savage. I allowed thisan indulgence I have often regretted. So I will assuage that regret by bringing you back into the fold, Granddaughter. Whether you live or die is irrelevant.