alike—to lay down your weapons tonight and consider this battle ended.” But when she looked out at the crowd, she saw something that disturbed her more than any div. Many of the humans in the garden were staring up at Soraya in disgust or horror, likely wondering what made her any different from the monsters they were fighting, and Soraya’s resolve began to waver. She wanted to cover her hands with gloves, run into the palace and seek refuge in the passageways—
But then a figure emerged from the crowd, grimy with blood and sweat, but still as radiant as he had always been. Sorush bounded up the steps and stood beside her as her equal. He didn’t speak—he didn’t need to speak. His presence at her side was enough to make it clear that she had spoken for him as well, and that to deny one was to deny them both. He raised his sword for all to see and laid it down on the steps.
And then, finally, the people of Atashar dropped their weapons, and Soraya’s battle was over.
30
They had to wait another week before the spring rains came, and longer still before a thunderstorm gave them what they wanted— a bolt of lightning, sent from the Creator.
Shortly before the end of spring, a large crowd gathered outside the fire temple, but within, only the royal family was present, as well as several priests. Soraya stood apart with her mother, the spahbed, and Ramin—with whom Soraya had forged a hesitant truce—while Sorush and Laleh approached the altar. They bowed their heads as the high priest said the words to sanctify both the Royal Fire and the shah it protected.
That protection was mostly symbolic now. Sometime after the battle had ended and the divs had all retreated, the simorgh had vanished once more, not leaving behind a feather this time. Sorush had been concerned about this, but Tahmineh had assured him that the simorgh had only granted her protection before because her son had needed it. Now the Shahmar was no longer a threat, and Atashar had another protector, someone the divs would listen to.
Soraya hoped her mother’s confidence in her ability to subdue the divs wasn’t misplaced. In the days following the battle, Soraya had visited Arzur, and most of the divs had welcomed or ignored her. A few of the drujes—like Aeshma—had been bitter about their defeat, but they were in the minority, especially after Soraya had poisoned one or two of them who had tried to attack her, to show them that she was as dangerous as she claimed to be.
The first time she entered Arzur and beheld the pit of Duzakh again after the battle, she wondered if she had made a grave mistake in letting the divs live, and if she should send the golestan’s vines to cover it entirely, not allowing any new divs to climb out. But she knew they would find a way out of Duzakh somehow. Perhaps it was better to keep control of the divs on the surface rather than attempt to eradicate them entirely. After all, it was only when they were outside of Duzakh, given form in the Creator’s world, that they could be seen and recognized and fought.
After the fire ceremony was finished, Soraya began to leave the fire temple, but at the threshold, a gentle hand touched her sleeve, unmindful of the thorns beneath. Laleh, Soraya knew at once.
“Soraya?”
Soraya turned to her, fighting the urge to hide the exposed thorns on her face and neck.
“Sorush has to speak to the priests, but he wanted me to ask you to meet him later in the gardens,” Laleh said.
Soraya nodded and began to leave again, but she stopped herself and called back, “Laleh?”
Laleh waited for Soraya to continue, but Soraya wasn’t sure what she had wanted to say. Were you ever afraid of me? maybe, or Were you only my friend out of pity? These questions had haunted her since Ramin’s confession in the mountain, but standing here with Laleh in front of her again, she found she didn’t need to ask them. Instead, she kept remembering what she had said to Laleh on Suri, when Laleh had first brought her news of the div and set everything into motion—You were the only person who ever made me feel like I was the one worth protecting.
Laleh was still waiting for Soraya to speak, and so Soraya took Laleh’s hands and spoke the words that suddenly filled her heart: