Maia (109 page)

She was walking in the big, smooth-grazed meadow with Gehta, the girl who had befriended her at the farm on the journey to Urtah.

"Why don't you find yourself a rich, noble husband?" said Gehta. "It means good and not harm."

She was carrying Randronoth's carved cabinet of the fishes in one hand. She opened it and showed Gehta a sheet of parchment, sealed at the foot.

"That's an order of release," she said. "It's entirely correct; I've only to take it down there. Then Zenka and I can be married."

"Ah," said Gehta, "but dad's farm's slap in the way."

Then she was running with Zenka-her own, dear Zenka-his staff officer's badges on his shoulders and a dagger in his hand.

"Forms-I'm going to kill
her
first," he said. "I'm utterly in love with you, Maia. I'll always love you. We'll meet

again in Bekla and I'll marry you, if only you'll have me."

"Oh, Zenka," she cried in an agony, "don't go! Don't go! You'll be killed, I know it!"

"What kind of talk's that, Miss Maia?" And with this he began to fade and disappear before her eyes, like morning mist on Crandor. "What kind of talk's that, Miss Maia, Miss Maia?" And she was pitching in the Valderra, rolling hither and thither, struggling for her life.

"Miss Maia, Miss Maia! Oh, Gran and Airtha, you
care
a hard one to wake sometimes and no mistake!"

She was in her great, soft bed, with Ogma standing beside her. "Oh, miss, I been calling and shaking you very near to pieces, that I have! I was going to let you sleep on, see, only there's a girl downstairs with a message. She says it's important and she's been told she's to give it you herself."

Maia rubbed her eyes, yawning, and blinking at the sunshine.

"Do you know her, Ogma?"

"No, miss, but I done like you said and made sure she hadn't got no knife nor nothing of that."

"Where's she from?"

"From the Sacred Queen's palace, miss. She says her name's Chia and you know her."

"Chia? A big, dark girl with a squint and an Urtan accent?"

"That's her, miss. She seemed upset you wasn't awake. Said she couldn't stay all that long. That's why I come and woke you."

"Send her up here now."

A minute later Chia came hesitantly into the big, sunny, white-painted bedroom, gazing about her as though in fear. Her cropped hair was tousled and dirty: she was wearing a dirty sacking smock and had a shrinking, cringing manner, different indeed from the blustering, hefty lass in Lal-loc's hall who had stuffed her apple core down Maia's neck. She looked under-fed, too, and it was easy enough to guess that she was no stranger to ill-treatment. Seeing Maia sitting on the edge of the bed, she stood stock-still and raised her palm to her forehead with downcast eyes.

"For Cran's sake, Chia," said Maia, jumping up and taking her hands,
"don't
do that! How are you?"

"Oh, saiyett-"

"And don't call me saiyett, without you want to make

me feel a total fool. Come and sit down. Would you like some breakfast?"

Chia nodded speechlessly and Maia called down to Ogma to double everything she was getting ready to bring upstairs.

It proved difficult to draw Chia out, but after she had wolfed down two or three eggs, half a loaf of bread and butter, most of a honeycomb, a pint of milk and some fruit, she began to gain confidence. Maia, sitting beside her in the window-seat, begged her not to hurry away. "I'll see as you don't get into trouble," she said. "That's to say, long as you haven't run away?"
.

Chia shook her head. "No; it's a message."

"From the queen?" Maia, fearful, looked at her tensely. "Has she come back?"

"No, she's still in Paltesh, far's I know. It's from Zuno."

"Well, then, it can wait. Tell me what's been happening to you since we left Lalloc's."

Chia's story would have drawn tears from a basilisk. Not long after Maia and Occula had left for the upper city to be sold to Sencho for fifteen thousand meld apiece, she had found herself on the block in the Slave Market, one of a job lot of six or seven unattractive but strong girls suitable for domestic work. She had not understood the bidding and had no idea how much they had been sold for; but she knew-and had good reason to know-who had bought them: the Sacred Queen's household bailiff. Since that day, the only occasion on which she had left the kitchen quarters at the palace had been when she was taken upstairs to be beaten in front of Maia. Upon her first arrival in the queen's house she had had a recurrence of the illness about which she had told Maia at Lalloc's; and had nearly died of it, since no one had paid her the least attention, except to drag her to her feet and set her to work as soon as she was sufficiently recovered to show fear of punishment. She had been ill-fed, worked from morning till night and never allowed further than the yard. Once-and at this point in her account she did break down-a letter had come for her, brought by a carrier from northern Urtah who had actually taken the trouble to go to Lalloc's and find out where she was. Herself unable to read, she had asked for help from the housekeeper, who, having taken it from her and read it, had torn it up and told her to get back to work.

Naturally the kitchen-slaves, like everyone else in Bekla, had heard how Maia swam the river, and Chia had let it be known that the two of them had been together at Lal-loc's. One morning, many weeks later, Zuno had come down to the kitchens with a message that the Sacred Queen wished to know whether any of the slaves had ever been friendly with Maia. Chia, of course, had had no least idea what would follow. While being beaten she had been in such agony that she had not even realized that Maia had come into the room or had interceded for her. She had never known that Maia had been there at all, and had understood nothing about the business until now.

All this made Maia so angry that she was past caring what she did.

"You say Zuno sent you here this morning?"

"Yes, sai-I mean, Maia. He came downstairs and told the housekeeper it was me as was to go."

"I see: so you've got every business to be here. That's all I need to know."

Having told Ogma to get a bath ready for Chia, Maia sent Jarvil out to fetch a professional scribe. When Chia came downstairs an hour later, dressed in one of Maia's second-best robes (which was rather too small for her), Maia kissed her and said, "Well, now
I'm
going to read you
two
letters, so just sit down and listen.

" 'To the Sacred Queen's Household Bailiff. Sir, I write to inform you that I am purchasing your slave, Chia of Urtah, for the sum of two thousand meld, a price which I imagine you will not be disposed to regard as inadequate. The money is with the bearer of this letter, which you should receipt and return to me by his hand. Chia I have already sent to northern Urtah on personal business of my own. Maia Serrelinda.'

" 'To Surdad, elder of-you'll have to tell me the name of the village, Chia-'greetings. The bearer of this letter is Chia, a girl whom you will recall that you selected for your Beklan slave quota last summer. She has been my slave, but on account of her excellent conduct I have freed her and sent her home. Please assure me by return that she will never be included in any future slave quota. Maia Serrelinda.' " Chia was so much overcome by this that she could not really pay attention to Maia's dispatch of Jarvil to the palace with the first letter and the money. It was not until Brero was being asked whether he would oblige

by accompanying her down to the market and handing over the necessary payment for her to join the next caravan for north-eastern Urtah, Gelt and Ortelga, that either of the girls remembered that in the first place Chia had come with a message. They both burst out laughing, as much from high spirits as anything else.

"Well, what
is
the message?"-asked Maia. "From Zuno, you said?"

"He said your friend hoped you'd come-"

"My friend? Which friend?"

"That's all he said, Maia; 'your friend.' "

After a moment Maia guessed that Occala's very existence in the queen's private entourage was probably kept so secret that the ordinary household slaves were unaware of it. For the matter of that Kembri, from the way he had talked, apparently supposed that Occula was dead.

"I see. Well?"

"Your friend hoped you'd come tonight, once it was dark, and if possible bring-what was the name? Oh, yes, Milvushina. It's important, but come the back way and try not to be noticed, Zuno said."

As soon as Chia, in tears of gratitude and sufficient funds for her journey, had left with Brero, Maia sent Ogma to Kembri's house with a pressing invitation to Milvushina to come to supper that evening. She herself could not help feeling rather apprehensive. She had hitherto supposed that Occula must have left Bekla with the Sacred Queen: evidently she had not. Why? If Occula had something on her mind which had made her risk sending for them both, it must be important.

There was no moon and despite the great comet, still burning if anything brighter in the north, the night was dark for summer. Brero, whom Maia had asked to say nothing about the visit, accompanied the two girls, veiled and on foot, as far as the walled lane leading to the kitchen courtyard. Here, unexpectedly, they came upon Zuno, who had apparently been waiting for them. Maia gave Brero ten meld to drink and asked him to meet them in two hours' time. Zuno, using his own key, let them into the palace and they climbed the two flights to the queen's paneled supper-hall without seeing anyone.

They had hardly slipped off their cloaks when Occula

came in. Maia was touched to see that she was wearing an orange-colored metlan not unlike the one she had brought with her from Thettit. (That must have been ruined long ago, thought Maia, for she remembered how Occula had worn it to the gardens on the night of their arrest.) Having kissed them both, she held Maia at arm's length and looked her up and down.

"Precious little wrong with you, banzi, 's far as I can see."

She herself looked drawn and wan, with a kind of grayness in her face which Maia had never seen before, but guessed to be the equivalent of pallor. The two girls had already had supper while waiting for the summer darkness to fall. Zuno brought wine, fruit and serrardoes, served them himself and then, nursing his white cat, sat down near Occula.

"You can trust me, saiyett," he said to Milvushina (whom he had, of course, never previously met). "Occula and I have sworn to get each other out of here by one means or another."

"It's like bein' a monkey in a bastin' cage," said Occula, draining her goblet straight down. "I wasn' born for this, banzi-shut up all day and night and no use for me except-what you saw."

"Why didn't she take you to Paltesh, then?" asked Maia.

"I doan' know for sure," answered the black girl, "but I think she decided I might be one too many. She took Ashaktis, you see. Whatever it is she's up to, she can' manage without Ashaktis to do her dirty work. Ashaktis and I have never really got on, and Fornis knows that. Ashaktis would get rid of me if she could, but she's too smart to try it on as long as she knows I'm what Fornis still wants. That might be it, or it might just be that she didn' want to be tempted to indulge in any little games while she's engaged on serious business-whatever it is. 'Cos believe you me, banzi, that bitch has got her back to the wall. She's desperate-doesn' care what she does; or who she kills, either. That's partly why I took the risk of sendin' for you both here-to warn you of that, face to face."

"She frightens me," said Milvushina. "I'd never try to pretend she didn't. What's she planning, d'you suppose?"

"Cran alone knows," replied Occula. "But let's come back to that in a minute. I've got so much to ask you both

that I scarcely know where to begin. Are you happy sittin' there, Milva, with that belly on you, or would you rather lie down?"

Milvushina smiled and shook her head. It was plain that her pregnancy gave her the greatest happiness.

"Rather you than me," said Occula. "No accountin' for tastes, is there? Yowlin' one end and shit the other. Still, never mind: we've got to be serious; there are things I need to know. The war, Milva-what's the latest news? I know what's put out by the heralds-everythin' every-where's as jolly as a bull on a cow-but if us lot are goin' to stay alive I've got to know the real truth. Do
you
know it?"

Milvushina nodded, compressing her lips. "Kembri doesn't tell me everything. But of course I get letters from Elvair, and I quite often have the chance to listen to the staff officers or even just the soldiers."

She hesitated; then asked, "Which side are you on, Occula, anyway?"

"Reckon I ought to be askin'
you
that," answered the black girl. "Obviously you doan' want Elvair smashed up; but d'you want him to smash up Santil or what?"

"What I used to hope was that Santil would come to terms," said Milvushina. "I used to hope that Elvair's army just going into Chalcon might end the trouble."

"Why, doan' you any more?"

"You haven't heard anything, then?"

"Well, of
course
I haven' heard anythin'," said Occula irritably, "shut up here like a pig in a damn' sty. Not about Chalcon, anyway. Has Santil had a defeat or what?"

"Anything but. Elvair's falling back towards Ikat Yel-dashay. He wrote to me-I've got it here-" she fumbled a moment in her robe and drew out a soiled, torn paper. " 'We've been up and down this wilderness until the men are worn out, but the enemy are never where we expect to find them. They've driven away all the beasts and burned the farms. The only soldiers of ours to see any fighting are those who convoy the supplies. Things can't go on like this. The army's half-starved. Believe me, my darling, no one can know what it's like who hasn't wandered for days on end through these woods and hills and found nothing but the bodies of our stragglers. There's no help for it- we shall have to fall back on Ikat and try to work out some

new plan. It will be better not to let my father know I've told you this."