Heir of Iron (The Powers of Amur Book 1) (2 page)

The door of the outer chamber opened a crack in response to Taleg’s knock, and a pair of ten-year-old eyes peered out. They widened in recognition, and a moment later the boy threw the door open shouting, “Come in! Come in!” He left Mandhi and Taleg in the outer chamber while he ran into the estate shouting news of their arrival.

Noon daylight flooded into the room, glinting off of green and white floor tiles and a red patterned rug in the center of the chamber. Taleg lumbered through the door, heaved their pack to the floor with a groan, and rubbed his shoulders. “Habdana remembers us, but he doesn’t remember that he’s supposed to help us with our things when we come in.”

The rich, familiar smell of sandalwood and cardamom filled Mandhi’s nostrils as she stepped into the chamber, bringing with it a flood of memory.
Home.
She and Taleg were alone. Mandhi sidled up to him and touched his hand. “Forget Habdana,” she said.

“Careful,” he whispered.

“We’ll be stealing moments like this until we leave Virnas again,” she said. “But I’ll talk to our friend Srithi. We can find a saghada in a few days.”

He swiftly bent and kissed the top of her head, like a heron plucking a fish from the water. “Talk to your father first.”

“I will.” With a heavy sigh she withdrew from Taleg and crossed to the curtained entrance of the women’s chamber. “I’ll see you soon.”

The heavy, opaque curtain fell closed behind her, leaving her in the gloom of a windowless room. An oil lamp dangled from a chain in the center of the ceiling, casting a pale yellow light over the cold floors and lavers filled with water. As always, the room smelled faintly of rose and mint. She kicked aside her sandals and let her toes enjoy the touch of the chilly tiles.

She tugged the pins from her hair and set them on the table next to the vessels. The knot of hair tumbled from her neck to the middle of her back, and she let out a sigh of pleasure.
To be free from the strictures of traveling in the unclean world for a while.
She plunged her hands into the first laver, enjoyed the shock of cold water, and splashed water onto her face.

“I will wash my hands in purity,” she prayed. “A clean face and a clean heart I will present unto Ulaur, who alone is blessed forever, with the amashi and the righteous. Let the unclean Powers perish, and let defilement depart from me.”

The curtain separating the ablution chamber from the inner chambers whispered aside, and the sound of bare feet on tile whispered behind her. Mandhi looked up and said with surprise, “Oh! Srithi! I was expecting the maid.”

Srithi grinned. “I sent little Kidri away so I could come. Are you clean?”

“Let me wash my feet, then I’ll be clean enough to touch.” She dipped her feet quickly into the smaller vessel and rinsed the dust from them while rapidly reciting the prayers. As soon as she had completed she rushed across the chamber, embraced Srithi, and kissed her cheek.

Srithi returned Mandhi’s kiss with tears in her eyes. “I haven’t seen you in four months, and when the boy said you had come, well, I had to come myself. I have something to tell you.” She smiled sheepishly.

“Do you want to tell me now, or should I finish cleansing first?”

“I’ll help you with the ablutions. Was the road hard?”

“We traveled here from Ahunas in only four days. Poor Taleg is exhausted. Here, take the corner of the sari.”

Mandhi stretched her arms out, and Srithi began to unwind the sari. " Did you find him? The one you’re looking for?"

“Almost. Supposedly, he’s here in Virnas now. Or we would still be searching.”

“But if he’s here—” Srithi’s face brightened. “Will you be staying for a while?”

“Maybe. I can’t promise anything.”

Srithi began to undo the lacing at the back of the choli, pulling the sleeves over Mandhi’s arms. “I have to tell you my secret,” Srithi said in a low voice.

The cool air of the chamber tingled over Mandhi’s exposed skin and gave her an excuse to shiver. She had not shared her own secret, even with Srithi. “What is it?”

Srithi blushed and spoke slowly and quietly. “It’s been three months since I had my impurity. That means, I think—”

“What? Srithi! But that’s wonderful. Does Veshta know?”

“No! I haven’t told anyone.”

“But he’ll be ecstatic. Why would you wait?”

“I wanted to be sure. What if I lost it? What if I was wrong?”

“After three months you’re not wrong.” She turned and kissed Srithi on the cheek again, then hugged her to her naked chest. “We have to tell him.”

Srithi’s blush deepened, and she hid her face. “I’ll tell him myself, now that I’ve told you. I needed someone to talk to first, someone other than Kidri or my mother-in-law. Though perhaps this will get Amashi off my back.”

Mandhi imagined it would. Veshta’s first wife had been sent away after she couldn’t bear a child, and Amashi, Veshta’s mother, seemed to hold all of that woman’s sins against Srithi. The house was miserable for Srithi at first and had only gotten a little better in the two years since the wedding. Srithi’s only consolation had been her companionship with Mandhi, but the promise of a child would do a lot more to calm the old woman’s tongue.

Mandhi smiled with pleasure for her friend. “Let’s finish the ablutions so I can go into the house,” she said. “You go talk to Veshta, and I’ll go to my father.”

“You won’t tell him about me, will you?”

“Of course not! That’s your business. But once you tell Veshta, I expect my father will hear the shouting from the opposite corner of the house.”

“Oh, thank you.” She brought the third laver over, and they washed Mandhi from her shoulders to her knees repeating the required prayers until she was shivering and dripping. Srithi had brought a clean sari and choli, and in a few minutes Mandhi was dressed and clean. She shook her head and enjoyed the feeling of unbound hair whipping around her head, then she took the ribbon that Srithi offered to tie it in a simple knot.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Mandhi said before going through the inner door. “These are yours.” She stripped the ruby rings from her fingers and took the gold rings from her nose and ears, leaving herself with only the star-iron rings, now a pair, on the first finger of her right hand.

Srithi accepted them into her palm. “Did they do you well?”

“You mean did they impress the right people?” She thought back on the meeting with Rishakka and suppressed a laugh. “I suppose they did. Later, I’ll tell you a story.”

They emerged through the inner door into the portico surrounding the courtyard. Oiled wooden beams carved with lotuses and peacocks marched around the packed yellow clay of the yard. Amashi sat in her usual place on a high-backed stool in the shade, and upon seeing Mandhi she dipped her gray head in a simple nod. Mandhi nodded back and stepped forward towards the sunlit yard. The palms at each corner of the square drooped tattered leaves in the sunlight. Clean water glittered in the pool at the courtyard’s center, and a newly-purified Taleg sat on its edge with drops of water shining in his beard. He peered into the shadow of the colonnade and grinned at them.

“Srithi,” he said with a bow of his head. “My mistress Mandhi and I offer you endless thanks at accepting us into your house again.”

“Of course, Taleg,” Srithi said and blushed slightly. Taleg was two heads taller and seven years older than Srithi. Srithi had only married into Veshta’s house two years ago, and she still seemed taken aback whenever Taleg bowed to her, with his height and Kaleksha accent. Mandhi tried not to hold this against her. Srithi was the nearest thing that Mandhi had to a sister, and Mandhi did not have the luxury of being picky about Veshta’s wife.

“Shall we go and give our report to your father together, Mandhi?” Taleg asked.

“Thank you, but I’ll go myself,” she said, officiously and dismissively. Did Taleg flinch? Perhaps she was overdoing her indifference. She would make it up to him. She took her leave of Taleg and Srithi and ascended the stairs to the second story, where her father kept his chamber.

The curtain over her father’s door was parted, and afternoon light slanted through the window to silhouette in gold a man sitting at a reading desk, making him look like an image of one of the righteous dead. A few wiry white hairs clung forlornly to the top of his head, while his beard bloomed from his chin like a frosted, ineradicable weed. His shoulders were hunched over his reading, his lips moving silently as the stylus moved across the palm-leaf pages. His hand quivered slightly.

Mandhi entered the room silently, waited long enough for the man to turn to the next leaf, then said, “Father.”

Cauratha, her father, raised his head, and a smile lit his face. “Mandhi. Oh, my ruby child.” He pushed the desk away and attempted to rise, but his knee buckled. Mandhi caught his hand before he fell and gently helped him stand.

He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed both her cheeks. His kisses were wet, and his hands shook. “They told me you and Taleg had returned. I could barely believe it. Do you bring me good news?”

“Sit down, Father.” Mandhi led him to the bed and gently lowered him to the silk-embroidered cushions. He was worse than when she had left him. Much worse. His hands and knees shook as she helped him sit, and once upon the bed he sighed deeply and closed his eyes. A groan creaked in his throat.

“Forgive me, Mandhi. I wish I could stand to greet you properly. I would have come to meet you at the door if I had the strength. All I can do these days is get from my bed to the desk and read the scriptures. Oh, well. I see only you and Taleg have returned. Did you find Navran?”

“Perhaps. We chased the rumor of him to Ahunas, where I finally caught a man who knew his name. He said Navran may be here in Virnas. And he had this.”

She pulled the second star-iron ring off her finger and handed it to Cauratha. He opened his eyes to examine it, turning it slowly in the sunlight until the pentacle glittered on its edge. “This is the one,” he whispered. “My son’s ring.”

His fingers shook, and it dropped from his hand. Mandhi bent, picked it up off the cushion, and placed it back on her finger. “I’ll keep it for him. Taleg and I had to set a trap to get it from the trader in Ahunas, and I’ve been wearing it since then.”

“Good, good. You keep it for him. Do you know where to find him here?”

“Yes. A slave trader named Bhila.”

“A slave trader? Ulaur, what happened to him?”

Mandhi took a deep breath. She adjusted the rings on her finger. “He was sold as a debt slave. I don’t know exactly when, not long after Gocam told us to look for him. Most of our search was following the trail of his creditors. And father, for that reason….” She hesitated to say what had been on her mind. But it was important, and would get worse if she waited. “We should be careful about bringing him here.”

“What do you mean by that? We have to bring him here. If he’s had some trouble with money—”

“He hasn’t had
some
trouble with money. Everyone who knew him spoke poorly of him. He is a drunk. An idler. A liar. He was lost to you as an infant, and he isn’t the person you would have raised him to be. Not the sort of man that should be the next Heir of Manjur.”

“Tell me, Mandhi, who
should
be the next Heir? Does it seem to you that I have a surplus of sons that I can choose between them?”

His breath started to come quickly, and he coughed in great spasms that shook his trembling body. Mandhi bent and put her hand on his forehead. She slowly eased him to his resting position against the cushions. When he was still again, she spoke. “I know. He should be the Heir. But we need to proceed cautiously, or the end may be worse than the first.”

“Yes, caution. I understand. Yet Gocam by his farsight told me to seek the son I had given up for dead, and I’ve never known Gocam’s counsel to be wrong. But what about you, Mandhi? Aren’t you anxious to marry?”

Her heart tripped, and it took her a moment to find her tongue. “Perhaps, if I may.”

“You may, once a suitable match is found. I hope you don’t mind having been made to wait. If we could not find Navran, then I would have counted on you to provide a son to be the next Heir—”

“Father, I know that—”

“Yes, and I hope you forgive me for waiting so long. If the weight of the Heir is not on your shoulders then I will gladly give you more freedom to choose. The search should not take long.”

It was the opening she had been waiting for. “Why search? There are Uluriya men here in Veshta’s house. What about Taleg?” Her tongue almost tripped over the name, but she said it, like spitting a hot bone from her mouth.

“Taleg? Mandhi, be serious. You would marry a Kaleksha?”

Her heart was beating like a silversmith’s hammer. She hid her hands behind her back to conceal their shaking. “I would. I mean, he seems suitable.”

“There’s no need for you to do that. And even if you do not mother the Heir, the house of Manjur should not marry with foreign blood. I will find you an Uluriya man.”

“But I don’t want to find one. Taleg….” The words suddenly came pouring out of her, as if by beginning to speak she had broken a vessel and could no longer stop the flood from pouring out of her tongue. “Taleg is as true and faithful a follower of Ulaur you will ever find. Yes, he was born among the barbarians of Kalignas, but he has been baptized, he follows the precepts, he confesses Ulaur as the One Power, he is loyal to the Heir. Of all the people in this household, of all the Uluriya in the city, only he, Veshta, and I know that you’re the Heir. You trust him to be my escort through all the cities of the south. Yet he isn’t fit to marry the daughter of the Heir. Why not?”

Cauratha opened his eyes and pierced her with a clear, pitiless glare.
I’ve said too much
, she thought.
He knows everything.

“Has he touched you?” he asked.

“No.”

“See that it stays that way.” He folded his hands, laid them on his chest, and closed his eyes. When he spoke, it was slow and thoughtful. “If you wish to marry him, then I should forbid you from seeing him and cast him out of the house. But I love you and trust you, Mandhi. And as you said, Taleg has been a true servant of Ulaur and of me. So I will allow him to stay and to accompany you when you travel again. Do not disappoint my trust.” A heavy breath leaked out between his lips. “You’ll find Navran with this slave trader that you mentioned. The new moon is in four days, and we’ll make an offering in the Ruin. By then I hope to see my son with my own eyes.”