The Will of the Empress - By Tamora Pierce Page 0,132
it were a pack of wild dogs, growling and snapping at his heels. With him stumbled Rosethorn and Evvy and Evvy's friend Luvo, snug in Evvy's arms.
Trumpets blared. In his dreams the armies were always right over the next ridge, moving rapidly. Briar and his companions always seemed to crawl along the ground. Awake he knew they had made better time, but in sleep they were on the army's heels, doomed to warn the inland temples too late. The trumpets blared, the hunter dogs of the armies howled, and Briar tried to run.
He stumbled on the bottom of a heap. One hand pressed against a face, another against a naked leg. Now there was light enough to see what he had found: people, grandparents to babies, all stripped naked, all flung together like discarded dolls. There was blood on his hands.
He screamed and woke at the same time, gasping for breath. As always, he had sweated through his sheets. Sweat stung in his eyes. He got up and wiped away the worst of it with a water-soaked sponge, then changed to casual clothes.
No point in going back to sleep, not when I'll just dream again, he thought as he fumbled with his shirt buttons. Guess I'll gather up all the stuff and the shakkans I took from her imperial majesty's greenhouse and carry them back. I don't want her thinking I'd take so much as a pair of shears.
It was hard to open the imperial greenhouse with a miniature willow in one hand and a basket full of tools and seedlings in the other, but Briar managed it. Once inside, he pocketed the paper that acted as a magical key and returned each item to its proper location. On each of the seedlings he set a good word for growth and immunity to plant problems. He also left the copper wire wrapped around the willow's new shape.
I don't have to punish the plants because my mate's cross with her cousin, he told the willow, which he had spelled for health and proper growth when he'd first taken it into his care. Even if I feel curst irritable with the empress myself, I won't let you return to the world without all the protection I can give you.
The willow clung until he coaxed it to release him. You've all kinds of mates here, he scolded gently. You don't need one human who's just going to vanish, anyway. Aren't I right? he asked the others, the pines and the maples, the fruit trees and the flowering ones. The greenhouse sounded as if a breeze had blown through as they shook their branches in reply.
His good-byes said, Briar took the paper key from his pocket and crossed into the orchid half of the greenhouse. He meant to place his key by that door to the outside, so Berenene would see it. Instead, he found the empress herself, wearing a simple, loose brown linen gown over her blouse, slumbering with her head pillowed on her arms as she sat at an orchid table. She blinked and stirred as Briar came in. His heart twisted in his chest. She was beautiful even with her unveiled coppery hair falling from its pins and a sleeve wrinkle pressed into her cheek. She smiled at him.
It's like being smiled at by the sun, Briar thought. Being warmed and a little burned at the same time. No. No, she's Namorn itself, the land folk inhabit. She values the rest of us because we'll water her, plough and plant her, keep the bugs and the funguses off her, harvest... but in the end we are as important to her as ants.
She stretched out a hand. "I cannot persuade you?" she asked, her voice husky with sleep. "You know that you would be happy in my service, Briar."
Briar sighed and rubbed his head. Sandry would argue, trying to convince her to change the way she did things. Daja would put on her Trader face, say polite nothings, and mention schedules where she's needed someplace else. Tris would refuse in some tactless way and apologize without pretending she meant it. And me? he asked himself. What can I say? I escaped one emperor that wanted to put me in an iron cage, and from where I sit, her gold one looks no better?
He stepped forward and placed the paper key in her beckoning hand, bowed, and walked away.
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Chapter Sixteen
Daja was tying her braids into a tail when Rizu came back