The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms - By N. K. Jemisin Page 0,40

the priests story was true. And yet I could sense the shame in Nahadoth, the lingering pain. That meant my grandmothers version of the story was true, too.

So Lord Itempas used this poison to subdue Enefa when she attacked Him.

She did not attack Him.

Queasiness. The world was tilting in my head. Then why?

He lowered his gaze. His hair fell forward to obscure his face, and I was thrown back in time three nights to our first meeting. The smile that curved his lips now was not mad, but held such bitterness that it might as well have been.

They quarreled, he said, over me.

* * *

For half an instant, something changed in me. I looked at Nahadoth and did not see him as the powerful, unpredictable, deadly entity that he was.

I wanted him. To entice him. To control him. I saw myself naked on green grass, my arms and legs wrapped around Nahadoth as he shuddered upon me, trapped and helpless in the pleasure of my flesh. Mine. I saw myself caress his midnight hair, and look up to meet my own eyes, and smile in smug, possessive satisfaction.

I rejected that image, that feeling, almost as soon as it came to my mind. But it was another warning.

* * *

The Maelstrom that begat us was slow, Nahadoth said. If he sensed my sudden unease, he gave no sign. I was born first, then Itempas. For uncountable eternities He and I were alone in the universefirst enemies, then beloved. He liked it that way.

I tried not to think of the priests tales. Tried not to wonder if Nahadoth was lying, toothough there was a feel of truth to his words that rang within me on an almost instinctive level. The Three were more than siblings; they were forces of nature, opposed yet inextricably linked. I, an only child and a mortal who had never had a beloved of her own, could not begin to understand their relationship. Yet I felt compelled to try.

When Enefa came along Lord Itempas saw her as an interloper?

Yes. Even though before her we felt our incompleteness. We were made to be Three, not two. Itempas resented that, as well.

Then Nahadoth glanced at me sidelong. In the shadow of my body, for just an instant, the uncertain shift of his face resolved into a singular perfection of lines and features that made my breath catch. I had never seen anything so beautiful. At once I understood why Itempas had killed Enefa to have him.

Does it amuse you to hear that we can be just as selfish and prideful as humankind? There was an edge to Nahadoths voice now. I barely noticed it. I could not look away from his face. We made you in our image, remember. All our flaws are yours.

No, I said. A-all that surprises me are the lies Ive been told.

I would have expected the Darre to do a better job of preserving the truth. He leaned closer, slow, subtle. Something predatory was in his eyesand I, entranced, was easy prey. Not every race of humankind worships Itempas by choice, after all. I would have thought their ennu at least would know the old ways.

I would have thought so, too. I clenched my hand around the silver fruitstone, feeling light-headed. I knew that once my people had been heretics. That was why the Amn called races like mine darkling: we had accepted the Bright only to save ourselves when the Arameri threatened us with annihilation. But what Nahadoth impliedthat some of my people had known the real reason for the Gods War all along and had hidden it from meno. That I could not, did not want to, believe.

There had always been whispers about me. Doubts. My Amn hair, my Amn eyes. My Amn mother, who might have inculcated me with her Arameri ways. I had fought so hard to win my peoples respect. I thought I had succeeded.

No, I whispered. My grandmother would have told me

Wouldnt she?

So many secrets surround you, the Nightlord whispered. So many lies, like veils. Shall I strip them away for you? His hand touched my hip. I could not help jumping. His nose brushed mine, his breath tickling my lips. You want me.

If I had not already been trembling, I would have begun. N-no.

So many lies. On the last word, his tongue licked out to brush my lips. Every muscle in my body seemed to tighten; I could not help whimpering. I saw myself on the green grass again,