already had Elemak's first child or two. That would let Nafai know where he stood. But now Eiadh was casting an eye toward the boy - damn him for being the one who killed Gaballufix! That's what was seducing her! She loved the delusion that Nafai was strong. Well, Eiadh, my darling, Edhya my pet, I have killed before, and not a drunkard lying in the street, either. I killed a bandit who was charging ' my caravan, bent on murder and robbery. And I can kill again.
I can kill again, and Rasa has already consented to the justification. The law of the desert, yes, that is what will bring Nafai's interference to an end. Rasa is so sure that her dear sweet youngest boy would never break the law that she'll agree - they'll all agree - that the penalty for disobedience is death. And then Nafai will disobey. It will be so simple, so symmetrical, and I can then kill him on exactly the same pretext Nyef himself used for killing Gabya - I'm doing it for the good of all!
That night, when the cold supper was heavy in their bellies, when the chill night breeze had driven them all inside their tents, Elemak set Nafai to keep the first watch. He knew that Nafai, poor fellow, was keenly aware of who was waiting for Elemak inside his tent. He knew that Nafai was sitting there in the cold starlight imagining how Elya gathered Eiadh's naked body into his arms, how hot and humid they made their tent. He knew that Nafai heard, or imagined that he heard, the soft low cries that Eiadh made. And when Elemak emerged from his tent, the sweat and smell of love still on him, he knew that Nafai could taste the bitterness of going to his own tent, where the awkward shapeless body of Luet the waterseer was the only solace the poor boy would find. It was almost tempting to take Rasa's law and make it real, for then it would be Nafai who would grow old watching Eiadh always and knowing that she was Elemak's, and he could never, never, never have her for his own.
TWO - BINDING AND UNBINDING
Nafai stood his watch as he always did, by conversing with the Oversoul. It was easier now than it had been at first, back when he and Issib had practically forced the Oversoul to talk to them. Now he would form thoughts carefully in his mind, almost as if he were speaking them, and then, almost without trying, he could feel the Oversoul's answers come to him. They came as if they were Nafai's own thoughts, of course, so that at times he still had trouble distinguishing between the Oversoul's actual ideas and the ideas that came from his own mind; to be sure, he often asked the same question again, and the Oversoul, since it was a computer and therefore never felt a sense of hurry, willingly repeated as often as he liked.
Tonight, because he was on watch, he first asked the Oversoul if any danger was near.
(A coyote, tracking the scent of a hare.)
No, I meant danger to us, said Nafai silently.
(The same bandits I told you about before. But they keep heating noises in the night, and now they're hiding in a cave, trembling.)
You enjoy doing this to them, don't you? asked Nafai.
(No, but I sense your delight. This is what you call a game, isn't it?)
More like what we call a trick. Or a joke.
(And you love the fact that only you know that I am doing this.)
Luet knows.
(Of course.)
Any other danger?
(Elemak is plotting your death.)
What, a knife in the back?
(He is full of confidence. He believes he can do it openly, with the consent of all. Even your mother.)
And how will he do it? Blast me with his pulse and pretend it's an accident? Can he frighten my camel into throwing me from a cliff?
(His plan is more subtle than that. It has to do with marriage laws. Rasa and Shedemei realized today that marriages must be made permanent, and Rasa has now persuaded Elemak.)
Good. That will work much better than if the idea had come from Luet and me.
(But it did come from you and Luet.)
But only we and you are aware of that, and no one else will guess. They'll see the sensibleness of the law. And besides, I had to do something to stop Eiadh from trying to start something with me.