The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms - By N. K. Jemisin Page 0,39
space? The chest was open, stuffed with a bouquet of folded and rolled papers. I was already reaching for it when my eyes caught a glimpse of my fathers handwriting on one of the scrolls.
My hands shook as I lifted the chest from the cabinet. It left a clean square amid the thick layer of dust on the cabinets inside; apparently the servants hadnt cleaned within. Perhaps they, like me, hadnt realized the headboard opened. Blowing dust off the topmost layer of papers, I picked up the first folded sheet.
A love letter, from my father to my mother.
I pulled out each paper, examining and arranging them in order by date. They were all love letters, from him to her and a few from her to him, spanning a year or so in my parents lives. Swallowing hard and steeling myself, I began to read.
An hour later I stopped, and lay down on the bed, and wept myself to sleep.
When I awakened, the room was dark.
* * *
And I was not afraid. A bad sign.
* * *
You should not wander the palace alone, said the Nightlord.
I sat up. He sat beside me on the bed, gazing at the window. The moon was high and bright through a smear of cloud; I must have slept for hours. I rubbed my face and said, greatly daring, I would like to think we have an understanding, Lord Nahadoth.
My reward was his smile, though he still did not turn to me. Respect. Yes. But there are more dangers in Sky than me.
Some things are worth the risk. I looked at the bed. The pile of letters lay there, along with other small items Id taken from the chest: a sachet of dried flowers; a lock of straight black hair that must have been my fathers; a curl of paper that held several crossed-out lines of poetry in my mothers hand; and a tiny silver pendant on a thin leather cord. The treasures of a woman in love. I picked up the pendant and tried again, unsuccessfully, to determine what it was. It looked like a rough, flattened lump, oblong with pointed ends. Familiar, somehow.
A fruitstone, said Nahadoth. He watched me now, sidelong.
Yes, it did look like thatapricot, perhaps, or gingko. I remembered then where Id seen something similar: in gold, around Ras Onchis neck. Why?
The fruit dies, but within lies the spark of new life. Enefa had power over life and death.
I frowned in confusion. Perhaps the silver fruitstone was Enefas symbol, like Itempass white-jade ring. But why would my mother possess a symbol of Enefa? Or ratherwhy would my father have given it to her?
She was the strongest of us, Nahadoth murmured. He was gazing out at the night sky again, though it was clear his thoughts were somewhere else entirely. If Itempas hadnt used poison, He could never have slain her outright. But she trusted Him. Loved Him.
He lowered his eyes, smiling gently, ruefully, to himself. Then again, so did I.
I nearly dropped the pendant.
* * *
Here is what the priests taught me:
Once upon a time there were three great gods. Bright Itempas, Lord of Day, was the one destined by fate or the Maelstrom or some unfathomable design to rule. All was well until Enefa, His upstart sister, decided that she wanted to rule in Bright Itempass place. She convinced their brother Nahadoth to assist her, and together with some of their godling children they attempted a coup. Itempas, mightier than both His siblings combined, defeated them soundly. He slew Enefa, punished Nahadoth and the rebels, and established an even greater peacefor without His dark brother and wild sister to appease, He was free to bring true light and order to all creation.
But
* * *
P-poison?
Nahadoth sighed. Behind him his hair shifted restlessly, like curtains wafting in a night breeze. We created the weapon ourselves in our dalliances with humans, though we did not realize this for some time.
The Nightlord descended to earth, seeking entertainment The demons, I whispered.
Humans made that word an epithet. The demons were as beautiful and perfect as our godborn childrenbut mortal. Put into our bodies, their blood taught our flesh how to die. It was the only poison that could harm us.
But the Nightlords lover never forgave him You hunted them down.
We feared they would mingle with mortals, passing on the taint to their descendants, until the entire human race became lethal to us. But Itempas kept one alive, in hiding.