“Lily,” she repeated. “The daughter of Ham, a farmer, living just the other side—”
She could hear a man at the door, and from the corner of her eye she saw the shadow of someone take position by the open shutter. She immediately dipped her mouth to meet Talen’s. She’d kissed boys before. None of the Mokaddians in her village. Her mother had made sure they traveled to Koramtown regularly, more often this last year since Sugar was soon to be of age for marriage negotiations. She closed her eyes and cupped his head with her free, flour-dusted hand.
Talen sat as stiff as a piece of furniture. She opened her eyes and found him staring at her, his eyeballs big as her face. It was like finding a large caterpillar on the end of your nose.
More men gathered outside the door.
“The bow,” she said midkiss, “drop the bow.” His mouth was parted in shock, frozen open like the stone of a statue. She had stolen her share of kisses from Koramtown boys, and this one wouldn’t fool anybody. She flickered the tip of her tongue inside his mouth. Maybe that would bring him around.
The bow and arrows clattered to the floor. And to Talen’s credit he tried to move his lips. They were dry, and the whole thing smelled of the morning’s sausage, but he acted. Of course, she didn’t think either of their performances would be enough.
Then someone tried to force the door.
“You there,” said a man, looking in at them from the window. “Open that door!”
Talen shot up like a flushed animal and dumped Sugar to the floor. She was still getting up when he swung the door wide.
Three men pushed in, weapons bristling: a young one in front with half of his teeth missing and two older men behind. Before Sugar could move, the young one stuck the point of his sword inches from Talen’s neck. “You,” he said. “Where’s your father?”
“He was summoned to Whitecliff,” said Talen.
“We should have known your family would cause problems,” he said.
A man with eyes like ice appeared behind the three that stood in the doorway. “Put the sword down,” he said.
Sugar did not know him, but from his clothing, she suspected he was the bailiff. “Talen,” he said. “I told your da to order the Koramites in the district. I wanted them calm. Instead, I get reports of all sorts of things happening here last night.”
Sugar froze. Had someone seen Talen rousting them out from underneath the old house? They’d heard voices in the night, but they’d been in the distance. And what if Talen decided to turn on her and Legs? He was half convinced she was Sleth already.
It had been a mistake to stay. She should have taken Legs and run. They could have hidden in the woods somewhere until dark fell. Now it was too late.
“Why did you have to provoke the Fir-Noy?” asked the bailiff.
Talen said nothing. He stood there like a scarecrow.
The bailiff looked from Talen to Sugar and back again. “Who’s this?”
“Nobody,” said Talen.
“Nobody?” asked the bailiff.
“Zu,” said Sugar, “I’m Lily from Koramtown.”
“And why did you bar the door in the middle of the morning?”
Talen said nothing, just stood there with his mouth open.
“We . . .” said Sugar and looked down. That’s what she supposed someone caught in a forbidden embrace would do. She hoped she hadn’t hung her head too quickly.
“Speak up!” said the bailiff.
“We were,” Talen said. He looked as if he’d swallowed a chicken whole. “Sporting.”
“While the father is away,” said the bailiff. He shook his head and looked around the room. “You and your altercations with those Fir-Noy armsmen have caused me a bit of work. I’ve been ordered by the Shoka lords to conduct a personal search of every Koramite homestead in my district.”
“I am sorry, Zu,” said Talen.
“Look at me,” said the bailiff. “What are you hiding?”
Talen’s eyes were wide with fear. If anyone was going to give them away, it would be him. “Nothing, Zu. Nothing.”
The bailiff shook his head. “Of course not.” He signaled to his men to search the house. “I need something to drink.”
“We have no beer,” said Talen.
“Then fetch me a draught of sweet water from your well,” said the bailiff.
Talen complied without hesitation, leaving Sugar alone with the men. One of the bailiff’s men stood on the far side of the room opening cupboards. She could hear