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Authors: Jo; Clayton

BOOK: Moongather

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The Decsel cleared his throat, pulled a parchment roll from under his arm.

Annic didn't wait for him to speak. “You come into this house unasked, Decsel.” Her voice was pleasant but there was a touch of steel in it. Across the Hall Nilis stirred, started to speak, Annic stared her into silence then continued, “On Gradin land you walk by leave of Gradin tarom or Gradin Heir and only by their leave. That is both law and custom. You have the leave of neither. I must ask that you get out of this House and off this land. Or are you Outlaw, Decsel?”

Nilis scowled, started to speak again, but fell silent at the touch of the Agli's bone-white fingers. Tuli felt Teras laughing under his breath behind her; in spite of her growing apprehension she found herself smiling. Nilis was rapidly working up a major snit; this business wasn't going the way she obviously thought it would; she wasn't the center of attention, wasn't the avenging flame of SoÃ¤reh.

The Decsel waited until Annic stopped speaking then he opened out the parchment roll. “Torma, this warrant of arrest and seizure arrived an hour ago, bird-flown from Oras, sealed with the seal of the Doamna-regent. In it the Agli Urith is appointed conservator of the Gradin holdings until the Gradin Heir is of an age to hold the Tar.” He spoke in a monotone, gabbling the words as if he wanted this over soon as possible. “Tesc Gradin uran-tarom is proscribed rebel and traitor. He will be arrested and tried as soon as he reaches Oras for conspiracy to deprive Floarin Doamna-regent of her just tithe by secret concealment and open conspiracy.”

Tuli held her face as still as she could; she knew her hands shook, she felt her twin's hands close hard on her shoulders, but she wouldn't let Nilis or any of those others see how afraid she was.
We have to warn Da
, she thought.
I was right before, we should've took off already after him
. She looked up when she heard the Decsel clear his throat.

“There's more, torma.” He looked down at the scroll and read in a dull voice. “âBecause the Maiden cult has fostered treachery and rebellion and an immoral, unregulated populace, we, Floarin Doamna-regent of the mijloc and Orasâ” there was a growing disturbance among the loyal ties that the Decsel ignored, leaving their quieting to his menâ“who must always cherish the well-being of the people of the mijloc, do hereby declare the cult of the so-called Maiden Outlaw an Anathema. All artifacts of that cult are to be purged from the homes of the people, the shrines in the towns and villages are to be closed and dismantled, the shrine-keepers are to be reeducated in the nearest House of Repentance. To facilitate the redemption of the populace, Houses of Repentance will be established in each of the larger towns of the Plain. Be these edicts announced to the recalcitrant and posted in the public squares of all towns. I say it who am Floarin Doamna regent of Oras and the Plains.'”

Annic held up a hand, quieting the ties on her left (to her right the Follower-ties were smirking or piously raising their eyes to the ceiling.) “I have heard you, Decsel.” She stressed the
heard
. With a brisk flourish he handed her the parchment.

She read the scroll, her hands quite steady, her face calm. She read slowly, deliberately, ignoring the Agli's growing impatience, and Nilis's nervous dance from foot to foot. When at last she finished she rolled it back into a tight cylinder, held it at arm's length and dropped it with quiet contempt to rattle and roll on the stone flags. Still ignoring the Agli, she walked briskly across to Nilis (one heel coming down on the end of the parchment roll). She stopped in front of Nilis, eyed her for a moment until Nilis looked down, unable to endure the accusation in her mother's gaze. With a soft expulsion of air, not even a sigh, she slapped Nilis hard across the face, hard enough to send her stumbling against the Agli, the loud splat of hand against face lost almost immediately in the explosion of cheers and stamping from the loyal ties. Annic walked with quiet dignity to the stairs. When she'd gone up several steps she turned and stood with one hand resting lightly on the banister. In the sudden silence her quiet voice rang out more clearly and strongly than any shout. “Decsel, do what you must, but I call on you to search your conscience and restrain the excesses of your masters. To you who are still my friends, I say, do what you must to live but never serve with willing hearts or willing hands. For you, I ask the Maiden's Blessing and pray that you will see better times. To you who have sold yourself body and soul to this abomination, I pray that you get exactly what you wish, no more no less.” She watched them without further words, her light brown eyes filled with contempt, then she turned and continued up the stairs.

For several moments there was only the sound of breathing in the great hall and the scraping of booted feet on the stone flags. The tableau held until they heard a door close above, then the Agli touched Nilis's arm, led her across the room to the Highseat where Tesc adjudicated disputes and awarded prizes and oversaw the celebrations of the seasonal festivals. Tuli sucked in a shocked breath as Nilis mounted the steps and took her father's place. Nilis heard, glared at her, then smoothed her face into a smile as she looked up at the Agli who had mounted the steps to stand at her shoulder. He snapped his fingers.

The Decsel bowed his head very slightly as if his neck were stiff, again evidencing distaste for what he was doing. But he would do it, being a man who left moral judgments and strategy to those who gave him his orders, a man who circumscribed his honor in duty well performed. He called one of his Ten, pointed to the scroll on the floor. The guard scooped it up, brought it to his leader, saluted smartly and stepped back to his line. The Decsel popped out the place where Annic's foot had flattened it and stood tapping it against his thigh. “By order from Oras the entire harvest of this Tar is forfeit to the Doamna-regent.” His voice had the same dull lack of resonance. “Gradin-ties who wish to remain on the land must apply to the Agli Urith or Nilis new-torma Gradin-daughter for food and other necessaries. Who will receive and who must leave will be theirs to judge.” The loyal ties stirred. Tuli heard muttered protests, saw people who'd been her friends glance furtively or openly at the three of them, Sanani, her and Teras. She couldn't help them; she couldn't help herself. Though they oppressed her spirit and irritated her mightily at times, the ties were her folk, she was Gradin and bound to them as strongly as they were bound to the land, bound by blood and custom and law, yet she couldn't stop what she saw happening. Some would leave, she saw it in their faces, knew they'd never bend knee to Nilis or the Agli; some would stay, awhile at least and be miserable with it.
A culling
, she thought.
They're culling the ties. They'll keep the weak and send the strong off to starve
.

The Decsel was still speaking, she'd missed some of what he'd said, but now she heard, “â¦ return to your houses and cast out everything proscribed, every book or picture or other artifact touching on the Anathema. When this is completed the Agli and the new-torma will inspect your dwellings. Any objects concealed will be burned and that tie responsible will be sent to join the Gradin-born in the House of Repentance where he will learn to recognize error. After the noon meal all objects discarded by the free will of the ties will be burnt before the House for the purification of the House.”

So fast
, Tuli thought.
How can this be happening so fast?

Her face troubled, Sanani turned to follow Annic up the stairs. She put one hand on the finial of the newel post, then spun around. “No,” she said, her voice shaking with the anger that had been building in her, her shyness momentarily overwhelmed by that anger. “How dare you do this, you â¦ you.â¦” She jabbed a forefinger at the Agli. “Get out of this House and take your toad with you.” She brought her hand down, wiped it against the front of her blouse as if just pointing at the Agli had soiled it. “And you, Nilis, sister-not-sister, I hope you dream about drinking kinblood; kinslayer, I pray the Maiden sets her Scorpions on you; dream about them crawling over you. You aren't Gradin. You're nothing.” She raised her chin, turned her back on Nilis. “Tuli, Teras, come,” she commanded and marched up the stairs, her head high, her back militantly erect. Still holding hands, the twins followed her. In the thick, strained silence behind them they heard Nilis say bitterly, “When was I ever your sister, Soni? When was I ever treated like a Gradin-born?”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jo Clayton (1939â1998) was the author of thirty-five published novels and numerous short stories in the fantasy and science fiction genres. She was best known for the Diadem Saga, in which an alien artifact becomes part of a person's mind. She also wrote the Skeen Trilogy, the Duel of Sorcery series, and many more. Jo Clayton's writing is marked by complex, beautifully realized societies set in exotic worlds and stories inhabited by compelling heroines. Her illness and death from multiple myeloma galvanized her local Oregon fan community and science fiction writers and readers nationwide to found the Clayton Memorial Medical Fund.

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