A Warrior's Path (The Castes and the OutCastes) (45 page)

Thankfully,
several physicians were still present, and it only took a few minutes to get in to see one.  She was an older Shiyen, all brusque business, not even caring to listen to Rukh’s story about finding Jessira out in the Wildness and essentially waiting to die.  The physician led them into a small room with a narrow, wooden table and a couple of stools.  Several shelves hung from the walls, most of them empty except for packets of bandages.  A small sink crouched in a corner and bright, white firefly lanterns flooded the room with light.

The
Shiyen asked what they needed, heard them out, briefly questioned them about the shawl wrapped around Jessira’ face, and then got to work.  She wetted some bandages with water from the sink and wiped the dirt from Jessira’s shoulder.  She paused as she took in the scars. “What mauled you?” she asked.

“A mountain lion,” Jessira lied.

“Well, that mountain lion must have claws as long as my fingers” the physician said.  “Never knew they got so big.”

Jessira shuddered
, wearing an expression of remembered terror.  It was a bit over the top, Rukh thought.  “It was a monster.”

“Well, it got you good, and if you don’t want thick scars on your shoulder and back, we’ll have to put in some stitches.” 
The Shiyen had no further questions as she pulled down another bandage and soaked it in a tincture of iodine.  She gave Jessira’s shoulder a thorough cleaning before Healing the infection in the bone and sewing the stitches.

“There,” the physician said after finishing.  “Now the scars will be thin and fine.  Hardly noticeable.”  She looked pleased with her work, which Rukh took as a good sign.  “Even with your Cherid skin, they
shouldn’t show all that much.”  Suddenly, her eyes widened as she whipped her focus on Rukh.  “I thought you said she was Muran.  She has the eyes for it, but her skin says she’s Cherid.”

Rukh felt Jessira tense.  “She has a rare condition…” he quickly explained.

The Shiyen waved him to silence.  “I don’t want to hear it.  You’re Rukh Shektan.  I recognize you from the Tournament.  People say your nanna is a sensible man.  I assume you are as well.  Whatever’s going on here is none of my concern.  I Heal.”  She glanced at Jessira.  “Whoever or
whatever
they might be.”  She gestured for them to leave with a flick of her hands.  “Be on your way now.”

Rukh and Jessira quickly gathered their meager belongings, paid for the services, and left.  They didn’t say a word until they were mounted and several streets away.

“She knew what I was, but she didn’t say anything,” Jessira exclaimed, sounding amazed.

Rukh couldn’t believe it either.  “I wouldn’t expect it from anyone else,
” he said, glancing nervously at the crowded streets.  “Now quiet down before your accent gives us away.”

They remained silent for the next hour or so
, passing through the busy streets of Ashoka, travelling east from Stone Cavern to the Plaza of the Martyrs before cutting southeast so as to bypass the madness of the Semaphore Walk.  Soon enough, they reached the borders of Jubilee Hills.

“
Just a few more miles,” Rukh said, trying to rein in his excitement as they moved ever closer to his home.

He grinned
when he saw more and more familiar sights: houses belonging to family and friends; stores and restaurants he used to frequent; and even the parks in which he had played as a child.  It had been almost four months since he had left home, but it seemed like so much longer.  The world had changed so much since then.  He had changed.  The smile left his face.  How would his family react to him?  He was a Kumma who could Blend and Heal.  Many would think Rukh hopelessly Tainted by his newly acquired Talents.  Would his family be amongst those who felt that way?  He honestly didn’t know.

Then
there was the information he brought concerning the Chims and the Baels.  The news would set the city afire.  Suwraith had marked Ashoka for death, and the Queen might be planning on raising three Plagues of Chimeras to see Her will done.  But what of the Baels?  Would anyone believe him when he told of their role in possibly, or even probably, sabotaging the Queen’s plans?  Or of their claim of brotherhood with Humanity, a concept they insisted had been taught to them by Hume himself?

Rukh still had trouble believing the last. 
Given the fact he had witnessed all of this and
still
doubted, how could he expect anyone else to believe the Baels?

O
f course, he would also have to describe what he’d learned of the Shylows and how he had learned it.  No one suspected the cats could speak mind-to-mind, and who would believe him when he made such an outlandish statement?

And finally
, there was Jessira.  If Farn’s reaction was any gauge, her time in Ashoka would be difficult.  Most would be struck with horror at her very existence and what she represented: an adult ghrina from an entire city of ghrinas living their lives free and unhindered somewhere out in the Wildness.  For many it would be a horrifying heresy.  Jessira would face anger and abuse merely for being alive, and Rukh could do nothing to soften the blow.  She would leave as soon as she was fit and able, and no one would be sad to see her go.

Except
him.  The five weeks he had spent with Jessira – traveling and getting to know her, really understand who she was as a person – had changed him.  He didn’t think of her as a ghrina.  He thought of her as a woman…a beautiful and capable woman.

His worries dissolved
somewhat when they left the heavier traffic of Cinnamon Road and turned onto the quietness of Hickory Place Avenue.  Up the hill they went, their gelding slowly plodding along despite Rukh’s urging.  The beast just wouldn’t go any faster.  They passed a number of houses, but by now it was night, and all that could be seen were the firefly lanterns hanging beside their front gates and the lights shining through the windows.  Eventually, they crested the hill, and there, with gates wide open and the grounds brightly lit was his home.

“There it is.”  He pointed.  “
Straight ahead.”  Jessira shivered, and Rukh reached back and squeezed her knee in reassurance.  “It won’t be as bad you think,” he said.  “I won’t let it.”

The gate guards
, old men who had served the House for decades in many different capacities called them to halt.  At first, they didn’t recognize Rukh but as soon as he spoke, they knew him.  Their jaws gaped in shock.

“But how are you back so soon, Rukh?” one of them asked.

“We’ve heard something bad happened to the caravan,” the other one whispered.  “The ‘El won’t show it, but he’s worried for you.  So is your amma.”

Rukh smiled.  “I’ve got a long story to tell,” he said.

One of the guards glanced at Jessira, still bundled up in her shawl.  “Who is she?”

“A friend,” Rukh replied.  “I’m sure
Nanna will explain it all after I’ve spoken with him.”

“Of course,” one of the guards said, hustling him along and letting them pass.  “Should I inform him of your presence?  He is meeting with the House Council.”

Rukh considered the offer but decided against it.  “Perhaps this one time, I will be the one to surprise him.”

The gate guard smiled.  “
I’m sure you will.”

As they rode up the drive leading to the seat of House Shektan, the
gelding broke out into a lumbering canter.  Perhaps he sensed the end of his journey.  Rukh tugged the reins, turning the horse to the left and toward the large red barn, a looming presence in the dark.  Shortly after they dismounted, a young groom, one Rukh didn’t recognize, opened the barn doors, spilling golden light out onto the driveway and beyond.  He offered to stable the gelding, for which Rukh was grateful.

Rukh
and Jessira collected their meager belongings before entering the main house through the side entrance.  They passed through the narrow hallway of the servants’ quarters, but luckily none of the help were out and about.  One less complication avoided.  The firefly lanterns lighting these areas were turned low, and with the dark walnut paneling, the hallway was dimly lit. They soon came upon the main living quarters, arriving at the rear foyer with its large elliptical staircase.  Nanna’s study was just ahead.

At the
doorway, Rukh paused, taking a deep, steadying breath.  Time to find out if he was still welcome in House Shektan.

Something in his face must have clued Jessira.  She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.  “They’re your family,” she whispered.  “I’m sure they’
ll still love you even if you’ve changed.”

Rukh
managed a weak smile.  “We’ll find out soon enough.”

He knocked on the door and
without waiting for a response, entered the room.  Inside were a number of people, including Nanna, Amma, and Sophy.  There was also his brother and sister, Jaresh and Bree, along with Mira Terrell – Sophy’s daughter. Rector Bryce was present as well. What was he doing here?  From what he remembered, Rector was a fine warrior and a member of the City Watch and Ashokan Guard, but not someone who was also part of Nanna’s inner circle.  Rukh thought the man too much of a reactionary. And where were Durmer and Garnet?

Those questions
would have to wait, though, as everyone turned to stare at him.

“Rukh?” Amma said, after a moment’s hesitation.

Her question opened the floodgates, and his family enveloped him in their love, hugging and kissing him.  It took some time to convince everyone he was really there and that he was fine.  Shouted questions of what had happened and where he had been were snuffed out like a candle by Nanna’s loud bellow for everyone to be silent.

After everyone settled down, Nanna pointed to Jessira.  “And who is this?” he asked.

Jessira still had her face wrapped in the shawl, and her back was pressed to the door.  Her posture was tense, and she looked ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

Rukh moved to stand next to her.  “A good friend,” he said.

He nodded encouragement, and Jessira slowly removed her shawl.

Everyone recognized what she was immediately.

Sophy snarled in disgust.  “What is the meaning of this?” she hissed.

Rector erupted
to his feet, hand on his sword and an expression of loathing on his face.  “A ghrina,” he cried.

Rukh
took a protective stance in front of Jessira.  He had feared just this reaction.  If only they would listen…Bryce had unsheathed a foot of his blade.  The man looked ready to fully draw and attack.  “Remove your hand from your sword,” Rukh ordered.

“How could you dishonor our House like this?” Rector demanded.  “You of all people, the Hume Champion.  You are supposed to represent all that Hume held dear.”

“There is more going on here than you know.”

“She is not…”

“He’s family, Rector,” Jaresh said.  “Be silent and let him speak.”

“And you will be the one to silence me?”
Rector snarled.

Rukh had heard enough
,  He took a threatening step forward. No one spoke to his family like that.  Bryce’s hard-headed stupidity made him want to punch the man.  Swifter than thought, Rukh’s sword was in his hands.  “Be very careful, Rector Bryce.  Jaresh is my brother, and this is the Seat of House Shektan, of which our nanna is the ruling ‘El.  Who are you to make demands here?”

“Enough.  Rector, take your hand off your weapon,” Nanna said.

Rector slammed home the foot of blade he’d exposed.  “As you wish, my ‘El.”

Rukh sheathed his sword
as well, working to calm himself.

Once he had his anger under control, he began
his story of the past four months and everything he had witnessed.

“The caravan was betrayed and completely destroyed,” he began.  “I think the Sil Lor Kum had a hand in it.”

“Their reach has grown so far then,” Nanna murmured.

Rukh shot him a look of confusion.

“I’ll explain later,” Nanna said.  “Continue.”

“
About a week ago, two men, a Muran and a Kumma were discovered near death no more than a day’s ride from the city,” Bree interrupted.  “It’s said they were from your caravan. One died this morning, and the other isn’t expected to last much longer.  What happened?”

“They
must have been the men we discovered buried under a rock pile after the caravan was over-run,” Rukh said.  “There should have also been a Rahail with them.  Something happened to them.”

They listened as Rukh
explained the attack on the caravan and Brand’s remarkable joining of the Quad.

“A non-Kumma joined with you?” Jaresh asked, astonished and with a hopeful note to his voice.  His brother had the will of a warrior, but his body was lacking.

“Yes, but there’s more.  Enough for all of you to think of me as poorly as you think of Jessira.”  He pointed to the young Strongholder woman, who was remarkably poised considering the hostility aimed at her.  “While in the Quad, somehow Brand’s Talent as a Rahail passed to us and our Talents to him.  I can Blend now.”

Silence greeted his words.