can devise ways to prevent death!”
Rin gaped at him in disbelief. “You are cutting my people open.”
“Your people?” Shiro snorted. “Don’t degrade yourself. You’re nothing like those pathetic Nikara. You Speerlies are so fascinating. Composed of such lovely material.” Shiro fondly brushed the hair from Altan’s sweaty forehead. “Such beautiful skin. Such fascinating eyes. The Empress doesn’t know what she has.”
He pressed two fingers against Rin’s neck to take her pulse. She swallowed down the bile that rose up at his touch.
“I wonder if you might oblige me,” he said gently. “Show me the fire. I know you can.”
“What?”
“You Speerlies are so special,” Shiro confided. His voice had taken on a low, husky tone. He spoke as if to an infant, or a lover. “So strong. So unique. They say you are a god’s chosen people. What makes you this way?”
Hatred, Rin thought. Hatred, and a history of suffering inflicted by people like you.
“You know my country has never achieved feats of shamanism,” Shiro said. “Do you have any idea why?”
“Because the gods wouldn’t bother with scum like you,” Rin spat.
Shiro brushed at the air, as if swatting the insult away. He must have heard so many Nikara curses by now that they meant nothing to him.
“We will do it like this,” he said. “I will request you to show me the way to the gods. Each time you refuse, I will give him another injection of the drug. You know how he will feel it.”
Altan made a low, guttural noise from his bed. His entire body tensed and spasmed.
Shiro murmured something into his ear and stroked Altan’s forehead, as tenderly as a mother might comfort an ailing child.
Hours passed. Shiro posed his questions about shamanism to Rin again and again, but she maintained a stony front. She would not reveal the secrets behind the Pantheon. She would not place yet another weapon in Mugen’s hands.
Instead she cursed and spat, called him a monster, called him every vile thing she could think of. Jima hadn’t taught them to curse in Mugini, but Shiro caught the gist.
“Come now,” Shiro said dismissively. “It’s not like you’ve never seen this before.”
She paused, spittle dripping from her mouth. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Shiro touched his fingers to Altan’s neck to feel his pulse, pulled his eyelids back and pursed his lips as if confirming something. “His tolerance is astounding. Inhuman. He’s been smoking opium for years.”
“Because of what you did to him,” she screeched.
“And afterward? After he was liberated?” Shiro sounded like a disappointed teacher. “They had the last Speerly in their hands, and they never tried to wean him off the drug? It’s obvious—someone’s been feeding it to him for years. Clever of them. Oh, don’t look at me like that. The Federation weren’t the first to use opium to control a population. The Nikara originated this technique.”
“What are you talking about?”
“They didn’t teach you?” Shiro looked amused. “But of course. Of course they wouldn’t. Nikan likes to scrub out all that is embarrassing about its past.”
He crossed the room to stand over her, brushing his fingers along the shelves as he walked. “How do you think the Red Emperor kept the Speerlies on their leash? Use your head, my dear. When Speer lost its independence, the Red Emperor sent crates of opium over to the Speerlies as an offering. A gift, from the colonizing state to the tributary. This was deliberate. Previously the Speerlies had only ever ingested their local bark in their ceremonies. They were used to such mild hallucinogens that to them, smoking opium was like drinking wood alcohol. When they tried it, they immediately became addicted. They did anything they could to get more of it. They were slaves to the opium just as much as they were slaves to the Emperor.”
Rin’s mind reeled. She could not think of any response.
She wanted to call Shiro a liar. She wanted to scream at him to stop. But it made sense.
It made so much sense.
“So you see, our countries are not so different after all,” Shiro said smugly. “The only difference is that we revere shamans, we desire to learn from them, while your Empire is terrified and paranoid about the power it possesses. Your Empire has culled you and exploited you and made you eliminate each other. I will unleash you. I will grant you freedom to call the god as you have never been allowed to before.”
“If you give me freedom,” she snarled, “the first thing I will