A Gathering Of Stones

6

“What’s this Jay was hinting at?” Maksim was tired and cranky; she saw that he meant to be difficult.

“Come sit down.” She stepped back from the door and gestured toward the large leather chair that stood close to the sitting room fire. “There’s brandy if you want it, or tea.”

He caught hold of her chin, lifted her face to the light. “Those nits have put you in an uproar. What is it?”

“We need your help, Maksi.” Her jaw moved against the smooth hard flesh of his hand. She closed her eyes, wanting him intensely, roused by the power in him. The futility of that made her angry, but she suppressed the anger along with the desire and waited for him to take his hand away.

He crossed to the chair and poured a dollop of brandy into the bubbleglass waiting beside the bottle. When he’d settled himself, he said, “Tell me.”

Keeping her description terse and unemotional, she reported what Jaril had told her. “So,” she finished, “there’s a time limit. If we’re going to find her alive, we do it before the year’s out. Will you long look for us?”

He held the glass in both hands and stared into the amber liquid as if he sought an answer there. “Where’s Jay?”

“In the bed. Resting. He said to wake him when you came, but I decided not to.”

Maksim’s lips twitched, the beginnings of a smile. “Tact, Bramble?”

“Surprised? 1 think that’s an insult.”

“Never.” The word was drawn out and ended in a chuckle. “Seriously, Thornlet, how quiet do you want to keep this? If I start operating around here, there’ll be notice taken. Official notice. The Managers don’t like outsiders mussing the pool.”

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.”

“Security, Brann. Kukurul’s boast. Do your business here and it stays your business.” 44s_o?,,

“Use your head. How do you think they enforce that?” He closed his eyes and looked wary. “If you want me to fiddle about under seal, we go back to Jal Virri.”

“Will they know what you’re doing or only that you’re doing it?”

“Now I’m the one insulted.”

She flipped a hand in an impatient gesture. “Can you work here? I mean, do you need tools you haven’t got?”

“Words are my tools, all I need,” he said. “Little Danny Blue explained that, remember? As long as my memory functions and my hands move, I’m in business.” He smiled at her, his irritation smoothed away by hers. “I haven’t noticed it falling off, have you? Don’t answer that, mmh.” He leaned forward, hands cupped over his knees. “I could get busy tonight, Bramble, but I’d rather wait until I can inform the Managers what I’m doing is no business of theirs.”

“I have to Hunt, Maksi. For lots of reasons.”

“Better wait.”

“How long?”

“Two days, three at most.”

“All right. Will you come with us?”

“No. I’ll make up some call-me’s for you; if you run into trouble and I can help, break one under your heel and I’ll be there.” He lifted his hands, spread them wide in a flowing expressive gesture. “If it weren’t for young Kori…”

“It’s my affair, not yours, Maksi; you needn’t fuss yourself.”

“Hmm.” He got to his feet. “If you need money…”

“I do. But I’ll talk to you about that later. All right?”

“Fine. Third hour tomorrow morning?”

“All right. Here? Good.”

She stood in the doorway to, her suite and watched him stride off down the corridor. That’s over, she thought. I was right. Neither of us is going back to Jal Virri. Healing time, resting time, it’s done. She sighed and shut the door, went over to the fire and stood leaning against the mantle, letting the heat play across the front of her body. Tungjii, she thought. Say hisser name and step back. Maksi was right. I shouldn’t have invoked the little god, look what happened. She brooded until her robe began to scorch, then she shifted to a chair. Slowly, with painful care and uncomfortable honesty, she confronted needs she hadn’t expected to have and set these against the ethical code her father had taught her by example and aphorism.

Don’t cheat yourself by scamping your work, whatever the pressures of time and need; you always lose more than you gain if you cut corners.

In your dealings with others, first do no harm.

If harm is inevitable, do all you can to minimize its effects.

Her eyes filled; she scrubbed her hand across them angrily. This cursed nostalgia was useless. All it did was undercut her efforts to deal with the things that she was discovering about herself, things that terrified her. Disgusted her.

“You didn’t wake me.” Jaril dropped beside her, knelt with his arms resting on the chair arm.

“Maksi was in a mood.” She touched his hair. “Do you mind?”

“He going to help?”

“Yes. He’ll start looking for Yaril tomorrow. He has to soothe the Managers first.”

“Urn. He coming with us?”

“No. It’ll be just us.”

“Good.”

“Jay!”

“He’d be a drag and you know it.”

“He’s powerful. He can do things we wouldn’t have a hope of doing.”

“Who says we’ll need those things? We haven’t before.”

“Imp.” She tapped the tip of his nose, laughed. “What are we arguing about, eh? He’s not corning, so there’s no problem. ‘

“When we leaving?”

“Maksi says he should have all he can get in two-three days, say three days. Then I’ve got to Hunt, he says wait until he finishes his sweep and I agree. Say two nights more. All right?”

“Has to be. You look tired.”

“I am.”

“Sleep.”

“Cant turn my head off.”

“Come to bed. I can fix that.”

“I don’t want to dream, Jay.”

“I won’t mess with dreams, Bramble. If you do, you need to. Come on.”

“I come, o master Jay.”