The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms - By N. K. Jemisin Page 0,6

though perhaps it should have been. He had given me the clues already, after all: his roaming father, his own status as the steward. A high-ranking servant, but still a servant. He was as Arameri as I, but his parents had not been married; strict Itempans frowned on illegitimacy. And his father had never been Dekartas favorite.

As if reading my thoughts, Tvril said, As Lord Dekarta said, Lady Yeineall descendants of Shahar Arameri must serve. One way or another.

There were so many untold tales in his words. How many of our relatives had been forced to leave their homelands, and whatever future they might have had, to come here and mop floors or peel vegetables? How many had been born here and never left? What happened to those who tried to escape?

Would I become one of them, like Tvril?

No. Tvril was unimportant, no threat to those who stood to inherit the familys power. I would not be so lucky.

He touched my hand with what I hoped was compassion. Its not far.

* * *

On its upper levels, Sky seemed to have windows everywhere. Some corridors even had ceilings of clear glass or crystal, though the view was only of the sky and the palaces many rounded spires. The sun had not yet setits lower curve had only touched the horizon in the past few minutesbut Tvril set a more brisk pace than before. I paid closer attention to the servants as we walked, seeking the small commonalities of our shared lineage. There were a few: many sets of green eyes, a certain structure of the face (which I lacked completely, having taken after my father). A certain cynicism, though that might have been my imagination. Beyond that, they were all as disparate as Tvril and I, though most seemed to be Amn or some Senmite race. And each of them bore a forehead marking; I had noticed that before but dismissed it as some local fashion. A few had triangles or diamond shapes, but most wore a simple black bar.

I did not like the way they looked at me, eyes flicking near and then away.

Lady Yeine. Tvril stopped a few paces ahead, noticing that I had fallen behind. He had inherited the long legs of his Amn heritage. I had not, and it had been a very trying day. Please, we have little time.

All right, all right, I said, too tired to be strictly polite anymore. But he did not resume walking, and after a moment I saw that he had gone stiff, staring down the corridor in the direction we were to go.

A man stood above us.

I call him a man, in retrospect, because that is what he seemed at the time. He stood on a balcony overlooking our corridor, framed perfectly by the ceilings arch. I gathered he had been traveling along a perpendicular corridor up there; his body still faced that direction, frozen in midpace. Only his head had turned toward us. By some trick of the shadows, I could not see his face, yet I felt the weight of his eyes.

He put a hand on the balcony railing with slow, palpable deliberation.

What is it, Naha? said a womans voice, echoing faintly along the corridor. A moment later she appeared. Unlike the man, she was clearly visible to me: a reedy Amn beauty of sable hair, patrician features, and regal grace. I recognized her by that hair as the woman whod sat beside Dekarta at the Salon. She wore the kind of dress that only an Amn woman could do justice toa long straight tube the color of deep, bloody garnets.

What do you see? she asked, looking at me although her words were for the man. She lifted her hands, twirling something in her fingers, and I saw then that she held a delicate silver chain. It dangled from her hand and curved back up; I realized that the chain was connected to the man.

Aunt, Tvril said, pitching his voice with a care that let me know at once who she was. The lady Sciminamy cousin and rival heir. You look lovely this evening.

Thank you, Tvril, she replied, though her eyes never left my face. And who is this?

There was the faintest pause. By the taut look on Tvrils face, I gathered he was trying to think of a safe answer. Some quirk of my own naturein my land, only weak women allowed men to protect themmade me step forward and incline my head. My name is Yeine