Rebellion

CHAPTER 52

Why did I withhold the news that Tobry was here? Rix wondered after they were gone. Certainly not to injure Tali. Could it have been to injure Tobry, though? He hadn’t stopped talking about Tali since he’d arrived, fretting about her bondage to the chancellor, the dire risk of him finding out that she bore the master pearl and the certainty that Lyf was hunting her.

For Rix, the joy of Tobry’s appearance had faded the night he came, when they had discussed Maloch, Herovianism and Rix’s mural of the opalised Axil Grandys. Another issue he did not want to talk about.

Since the enemy were unlikely to return until the bad weather broke, he had time on his hands. He found himself constantly drawn to the mural, and more so to the man it portrayed.

Grandys had been hard and ruthless, though that was a necessary characteristic of those who forged nations and won wars, and Rix could not blame the man for what he had done. Grandys had a driving purpose and a self-confidence that Rix himself yearned for.

Tobry mocked Rix mercilessly for this ambition, for his admiration of Grandys and almost everything else that gave Rix’s life meaning. Tobry had always poked fun at Rix, but in the past it had been gentle, part of the banter of their relationship. Now Tobry’s criticism had a hard edge, and Rix could tolerate less and less of it. He avoided Tobry most of the time, making excuses where he could.

And Tobry had withdrawn.

One by one I drive my friends away, Rix thought, and soon I’ll have none. I’ve got to do better. I’ll make it up to him as soon as he comes in from the hunt.

Tobry had been well liked in Palace Ricinus and almost everywhere in Caulderon, yet, oddly, few people in Garramide had taken to him. Perhaps that was why he had gone off by himself, hunting.

A knock at the outside door. Tobry’s knock! Rix’s heart jumped. He was back earlier than expected.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said, rising and hurrying forwards with his arms outstretched.

Tobry checked. A wary look came and went on his wind-burned face, then he smiled and said lightly, “You’re just hoping I had a successful hunt.”

“Indeed I am. And did you?”

“You’ll be eating your favourite food for a week.”

“Not wild boar?”

“The same. Or at least, wild sow — and suckling piglets.”

Rix’s smile faded. The females could be more dangerous than the males. “Sounds like a dangerous hunt.”

“For a minute or two I thought it might go either way. But I prevailed.”

“Tell all.”

Tobry told the tale of his hunt at length, and for that half hour it was like olden times, when they had been carefree youths and Rix had the world at his feet.

Tobry finished his tale, yawning. “I’m for bed, and a lie-in in the morning — if the enemy allow it. Have you heard anything of them?”

“No, have you?”

“Not a skerrick. I didn’t see another soul the whole time. Hardly surprising, considering the weather.”

“I suppose not. Good night.” Then, in a flash of compassion, Rix picked up the untouched tray on his table. “Could you leave this at the little room on the southern corner, on your way?”

“Of course,” said Tobry. “Who is it?”

“Just a visitor,” Rix said vaguely. “Sleep well.”

Tali was woken from a deep sleep by a quiet tap-tap at the door. It was the first night she had slept in a bed since fleeing Rutherin, and for a few drowsy seconds she thought she was back in that damp cell. But her room and her bed smelled different. It was cold, but it wasn’t damp, and the sheets smelled of lavender. She was in an entirely different fortress, hundreds of miles across Hightspall.

Assuming it was Holm, coming to talk to her about something, Tali slipped out of bed. She was padding across the freezing flagstones when the door opened and a man was silhouetted in the dim light.

“Holm?” she said softly. No, it wasn’t Holm. The shape wasn’t right, though it was familiar. But it couldn’t be him -

“Tobry?” she gasped. She clutched at her breast; she could hardly breathe. “Tobry, is that you?”

He dropped the tray, smashing the plates and glasses, and scattering cutlery and food everywhere. “Tali?”

Tobry leapt halfway across the room and took her in his arms, and the great nightmare was over.

After a couple of minutes she disengaged herself and lit the candle. The light grew. She held it up so she could see him.

“You’re dazzling me,” he said, moving it aside. “I can’t see your lovely face.”

“Never mind my face. I want to see yours.” She studied him, moving the candle from side to side. “You look tired. And older.”

“I feel older. I’ve had a hard time of it; at least, until I reached here.”

“Why didn’t Rix say anything?” said Tali.

“He didn’t mention me to you?”

“Not a whisper.”

“Nor me to you,” said Tobry. “I suppose he wanted it to be a surprise.”

Tears blurred her vision. “The best surprise of my life.”

“And mine. I was so worried about you.”

“I was sure you were dead.”

“I should have been… but I don’t want to talk about it now.”

“Sit beside me.” She patted the bed. “You don’t have to talk at all if you don’t want to. Just having you here is all I need.”

He sat beside her and took her hand. “You’re freezing. Hop back into bed and I’ll sit on the end.”

“Beside me, I said.”

“I’ve been out hunting and I haven’t bathed or washed off the blood and muck.”

“Damn you, do as you’re told.”

He chuckled and sat beside her. “I want to hear all your adventures. Everything that happened since…”

“Since you were thrown off the tower,” said Tali.

“But not now. Tomorrow. Or the next day. No, one question can’t wait.”

“Rannilt?” Tali guessed.

“Yes, little Rannilt. She’s not…?” He trailed off, swallowing.

“She was very well the last time I saw her. In the dungeons of Fortress Rutherin.”

“As long as she’s healthy, and you’re here, that’s all I need.” He sniffed and rose hastily.

“Don’t go.”

“I stink. I have to bathe, then go to my basement bed. The black hole, I call it.” He smiled wryly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Early?”

“Yes, early as you like.”

He kissed her on the brow, and left. Tali picked up the broken plates and glasses, the scattered food and cutlery, piled everything on the tray and put it to one side.

She went back to bed, but there was no possibility of sleep now. She wanted to lie awake all night, just thinking about Tobry and the lines of his face and the warmth of his touch, wallowing in him and his miraculous return. She could tell by the look of him, and from the fresh scars on his hands and arms, that he had endured much since their parting.

But she wasn’t going to spoil this magical night by thinking about the bad things. There had been far too much of that. For one night she was going to concentrate on the good things. On Tobry. She wanted to spend the night in his arms and never let him go. She wanted to lie with him -

Tali had never been with a man. Nor, until now, had she ever wanted to. Her romantic soul rebelled at the thought of the casual liaisons that were not uncommon among the Pale.

In Cython the men and women were forced to live apart and the men only allowed home for a few nights a month, to breed more Pale slaves. From an early age she had seen how passionately her mother and father had clung together in those brief visits home, and Tali thought it the only kind of love worth having. And now she could have it for herself, why should she wait?

Life in Hightspall could be violent, brutal and all too short. Doubly so with the war reaching its climax and Garramide bound to be besieged again before long. All the more reason to take what life offered, now.

Assuming Tobry wanted the same thing, of course.

He wasn’t like any other man she’d met. Tali was never sure what Tobry was thinking, or what he wanted. At least, she had not been sure until she’d made that disastrous blunder in the palace. The moment she had told the lie, Tali had known what a disastrous folly it was, but it had been too late to take it back. She had saved Rix’s life at the expense of Tobry’s, or so she had believed.

She leapt out of bed, planning to run down to his room and offer herself to him. But what if he did not want her? How would she bear it? She crept back to bed and pulled the covers around her, teetering one way then the other for hour upon hour.

She had to take the chance. Tali rose, brushed her hair and her teeth, and put on a simple red gown Glynnie had left out for her in lieu of her own worn and filthy garments.

He had mentioned my basement and the black hole, so she followed the stairs all the way down, praying that she would encounter no servants on the way. In her own eyes she was doing the right thing, the only thing, but she did not want to be judged by anyone else’s standards.

Her bare feet were freezing by the time she reached what she assumed to be the basement level. The steps continued down to a low, damp passage, where she encountered a series of padlocked doors. Cellars and storerooms.

She went up the steps, along and back to the darkest corner of the basement. Tali swallowed, told herself to be brave, that Tobry loved her as much as she did him, and lifted the latch.

A candle burned on a small table next to his bed. Tobry was asleep, though he did not seem to be sleeping well. His fists were clenched, his jaw tight and one foot kept kicking against the covers.

She stood there for a long time, gazing at him, immersing herself in the sight of him, then lifted his covers. She was about to slip beneath them when he woke with a terrible cry.

Tali sprang backwards, her heart thundering, then put on a tentative smile. She’d startled him. It would be all right.

He jerked up in bed, saying harshly, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Pain sheared through her. Had she got it disastrously wrong? No, she could not have misread his feelings. She had to say it.

“You — you love me, don’t you?”

He choked. “With all my heart.”

“And I love you. I’ve come down to — to offer myself to you.”

He stared at her as though he did not understand what she was saying. “You — what?”

Her cheeks were burning. How could it be this hard? “To lie with you. In your bed.” She came forwards.

He recoiled away from her, his back crashing into the wall, his hands thrust out as if to push her off. “No, no!” He was trembling all over.

Sick shame washed through her. She had got it utterly wrong. But before she fled to bury her shame, she had to understand. “Why don’t you want me, Tobry?”

“I — want — you. You can’t know how much I — want — you.”

“Then why won’t you have me?”

Tobry’s teeth were chattering. He turned away, jerked open a drawer in the table and took out a series of potion jars. His hands were shaking so wildly that it was a struggle to unstopper the jars. He decanted varying amounts of the potions into a battered enamelled mug. After stirring it with a forefinger, he swallowed the contents in a gulp then set the mug back on the table with a crash that broke pearly flakes of enamel off the sides.

“Can’t you tell?” he said, quietly now. His voice was empty, dead.

“Tell what?”

“Your blood didn’t heal me.”

She looked at him dumbly. She had no idea what he was talking about.

“From being a shifter. There wasn’t enough of your healing blood. And it takes more than one dose, apparently.”

A black ball of horror swelled inside her. “What are you saying, Tobry?” But she knew, she knew.

“I’m a shifter. A cursed caitsthe, and far gone.”

“Give me your knife.” She wrenched up her sleeve. “You can take as much blood as you need…”

He pushed her away. “Healing blood only works if it’s given within days of being turned. Even then, it takes three or four doses. It’s over a month since I was turned and I’m way past the point where I can ever be cured. There’s no hope for me.”

Tali tried to block it out. She refused to accept it. “But… why didn’t Rix tell me?”

“He doesn’t know. No one does.” Tobry smiled grimly. “Though the servants and soldiers of Garramide know there’s something wrong with me. Something foul. You’d think I’d be high in their esteem, after all I did to help save the fortress, but evidently not. Why do you think I hide out here, in the black hole?”

He looked down, avoiding her gaze. “Please, go. I can’t bear to see it in your eyes as well.”