Shapeshifters (75 page)

I opened my eyes, though it did me little good. I thought I was still in the private room beneath the dancer's nest, but the lamps had burned out long before, leaving no light to see by. What I did know was that I was once again in Nicias's arms. I felt him stir, waking at the same time that I did.

“What happens if there comes a day when I'm not here to save you?” he asked me.

“Then … I'll find my way back on my own.”

I struggled to gather my thoughts, remembering the last scene with Cjarsa. Had I really argued with the white Lady of Ahnmik? Or had that been another vision of another future? What possible future could I have in which I would so brazenly challenge my Empress?

My head began to pound as I remembered what we had been doing here.

“Salem …”

I pulled away from Nicias and closed my eyes for a
moment, trying to focus past the pain at my temples. The cobra wasn't here. I would have been able to sense him even with my unfocused magic.

“He's gone,” Nicias said, coming to the same conclusion.

My limbs ached as I pushed myself to my feet, swaying before Nicias stood beside me and steadied me.

Together we groped our way through the darkness, toward the doorway and up the stairs, until we blinked at the sudden light and noise of the dancer's nest.

Before my eyes had a chance to adjust to the brightness from the central fire, Rosalind intercepted us, her posture guarded as she looked from me to Nicias.

“Salem's awake,” I said. I could tell just by looking at the dancer before me. She was wearing a simple outfit made of two carefully wrapped and tied
melos,
one deep emerald in color, and one black with green stitching. At her temple was a symbol meaning
victory.
It was not an outfit for mourning.

“He is,” she replied.

Other dancers had drifted toward us, though they left Rosalind plenty of space.

“Is he … well?” I remembered a jumble of sensations and panicked thoughts. I had no idea what I had done, in my desperation, to make the cobra wake, or what the consequences might be.

She hesitated, frowning.

Nicias understood before I did. “Hai isn't your enemy,” he told Rosalind. “Salem was dying. If he is up now, it is entirely through Hai's efforts. She risked more than you can possibly imagine to go after him.”

Rosalind cringed, looking away and then immediately back at me. “I'm sorry. With all that has happened … I
don't understand any of it. From the moment that Oliza announced that she was going to abdicate—” She shook her head, making her long auburn hair ripple. “No. It started long before then.”

It had started the day the young serpiente Arami, Zane Cobriana, and the avian heir to the Tuuli Thea, Danica Shardae, first sat together, in a room in the Mistari homelands, and decided that they would find a way to bring peace—no matter the cost.

Rosalind struggled to compose herself. “You were both unconscious for several days. We didn't know if you had fought, if you were responsible for Salem's recovery, or if you were our enemies. No one knew what to do. We spoke to your mother, Nicias, and she said there was probably nothing we
could
do, so we left you undisturbed. I am very glad that you are awake now.”

“As am I,” I said. “Where can we find Salem?”

“I'll bring you to him,” Rosalind offered.

 

We found Salem in the market, making the rounds of the merchants there.

“We have been struggling to show solidarity with the avians,” Rosalind explained as we approached the restored Diente. “Zane and Danica have been around to help, as well, but it has really been Sive who has done the most.” I wondered if Rosalind had any doubts about Salem's relationship with the hawk, but I pushed the thoughts away as she embraced her mate. “Hai and Nicias are awake,” she said unnecessarily.

Salem took a moment to assess the situation before say
ing, “I've heard many different theories on what happened. Do I have you to thank for my recovery, Hai?”

“Wyvern's Court needed its Diente.”

His voice hardened somewhat. “I understand you briefly assumed that position in my absence.”

“I had no intention of harming Oliza, nor did I desire to usurp any throne,” I said frankly. “Wyvern's Court is my home. I did what I could to try to protect it.”

Slowly, the cobra nodded. “Oliza tried to help calm people after you fell ill, but she was even less trusted than I was. She wasn't welcome in Wyvern's Court.”

I winced. “I'm sorry I caused that hardship. I will make certain to clarify what happened, quickly.”

Our conversation had drawn the attention of everyone in the market. Many of the people who watched us were my allies.

As odd as it felt to consider this cobra kin, it felt almost right when I let out a long breath and went down on one knee before Salem.

“Hai, this isn't necessary,” he protested.

“Yes, it is,” I said. “I was not behind the attempt to assassinate you, but I was the motive for it. If you were
shm' Ahnmik,
you would have me killed.”

“I'm no falcon,” he whispered.

“I have allies in your kingdom, Diente.”

“So do I—but I wouldn't if I went about executing everyone who could possibly be a threat. You're innocent, Hai. You're
more
than innocent; you saved my life. Please, cousin, stand up.”

It was the first time he had ever acknowledged any relationship between us. I didn't know how to reply.

He took my hands as I stood.

“Wyvern's Court has gone through a lot. Your help—and the help of your allies—would be greatly appreciated,” Salem admitted. “When I stepped out of the dancer's nest without you beside me, even people who had protested your taking the crown were horrified. There was no way to convince them that we had not harmed you. Hopefully you will be able to calm them, now that you are awake.”

“Have Salokin and Arqueete come to trial?” I asked.

“They both confessed,” he said. “Out of loyalty to you, they said.”

“And Prentice?”

“I asked that he be returned to the avians for trial. He was convicted of treason, grounded and exiled.” Salem shook his head and moved on. “Those trials were the easiest part of the last few days. Most of our hours have been devoted to keeping people from rioting. If a few of your followers—the candlemaker, and a handful of others—had not stepped forward to speak to your loyalists, I do not think we would have been able to keep control at all.”

“Gren?” Nicias asked. He had been so quiet behind me all this time that his voice startled me.

Salem nodded. “Maya was actually the one who spoke to me first. She had a few questions.”

“You know who she is, then?” I asked.

“We spoke at length,” he answered discreetly. “I don't know that I can do anything for her—I don't dare risk inciting Ahnmik's wrath—but at some point I would appreciate your council on the subject. Maya, Gren, Opal and Spark worked to keep Wyvern's Court from falling apart while you were gone. I don't want to ignore them now.”

I admitted, “If I had not spoken to them, it is quite
possible that all four of them would have participated in the plot to have you killed. On Ahnmik, they would all be guilty of treason.”

“And in Wyvern's Court, they are responsible only for the crimes they have committed, and for their actions, I owe them thanks.” His tone clearly said he considered the discussion over and further debate irrelevant. “Though I am glad you convinced them to be on my side, and not the other.”

I shrugged, still not used to his gratitude.

From above came a shriek—a sound that both chilled me and made my heart race. Salem, Nicias and I lifted our eyes to take in a quartet of falcons: three gyrfalcons and a peregrine.

The group banked, circling once before it dove, and then the Empress Cjarsa's Mercy landed before us.

Nicias started to draw his blade but hesitated as he beheld the gyrfalcon in the front. My mother. In Wyvern's Court. I started to step forward, but Nicias stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. His eyes focused upon the peregrine beside Darien, and I heard the ring of steel as he drew his weapon defensively upon seeing Lillian, the woman who only a few months before had been his lover.

The falcons fell back into formal postures, with their feet planted slightly apart and their right hands grasping their left wrists behind their backs, under the wings of their Demi forms. They did not acknowledge Nicias or me, focusing first on Salem.

“Salem Cobriana,” Darien said, “I understand you are Diente now?”

Two of Salem's guards had materialized from the surrounding market, drawn by the falcons' cries, and stood beside him now as he said, “I am. And you are?”

The gyrfalcon answered,
“Shm'Ahnmik'la'Darien'jaes'oisna'ona'saniet'mana'Leonecl'mana'heah.
And this is my working partner,
Lillian'jaes'mael'ona'saniet'mana'heah.
” Darien and Lillian, working together?

Why were the Empress's elite messengers here? They had not come when Oliza had abdicated or when Salem had nearly been killed. Why
now
? I did not know whether to be overjoyed or frightened. The presence of the Empress's Mercy in this land could not be good.

Salem glanced at Nicias.

“What is the white Lady's Mercy doing in Wyvern's Court?” Nicias asked.

Only now did the two women turn to him. “You speak for the Diente?”

“I speak for my king,” Nicias replied boldly.

Darien laughed a little, finally breaking from formality. “You, Nicias, are the only falcon on this earth who would dare call a cobra your king while standing before the finest of the Empress's Mercy.”

“And you, Darien,” Nicias said, “are the only falcon on this earth who would be forgiven for treason as many times as you have been.”

She gave a little bow. “I am as loyal to my Empress as I should be. Now, to answer your question …” Her eyes, as they lifted to mine, were liquid silver. “The Empress felt a falcon wake.”

Nicias argued, “Hai has been awake for months. Why come now?” This time, Lillian laughed, a sound that made Nicias tense. Her voice was soft and musical but cold as she spoke to the man who could have been her prince in another world. “You misunderstand,” she said. “It did not matter to
the Empress when a mongrel dancer opened her eyes. She was perhaps glad of it, because she favored the cobra child, but that was all, and it did not trouble her when again your Hai fell and reawakened several days ago, save that she felt the harm done to royal blood when you, Nicias, tried to save her.

“What interests
ona'la'Cjarsa,
” Lillian continued, “is the shift in the magic she felt a day ago. A shift that felt like the birth of a pure-blood falcon.”

“Then it isn't me you felt,” I said bitterly, starting to turn away. My mother still had not even acknowledged her relationship to me, and I had no desire to speak with the woman who had once been Nicias's lover.

“Isn't it?” Darien whispered. “Hai …
shm'Ahnmik'la'Hai-ra'o'la.
” She called me a falcon and her daughter, and those words made me hesitate. “You spin
sakkri
stronger than most of the Mercy, mindwalk as simply as breathing, and have survived Ecl. Your features betray your cobra blood—the black hair and garnet eyes are not of Ahnmik—but it is Ahnmik's magic that holds you.”

“It is Ahnmik's magic that has always cursed me,” I returned.

My mother shook her head. She looked at Salem and asked him, “Do you know what my daughter has done for you, cobra?” When Salem did not respond, she asked Nicias, “Do you, Nicias?”

Nicias turned toward me, but I knew he could not tell what it was he saw.

Darien stepped forward and took my hand. “Your magic will never be as powerful as it was when it danced to Anhamirak's flame … when it was sparked by that which you gave to your king.” She looked back at Salem and, almost
angrily, informed him, “Would you tear open your soul and give it to another, cobra? That is what my daughter has done for you—given to you that which her father gave to her. Anhamirak's magic—the magic our poison destroyed in your blood.”

Salem's eyes widened. Instinctively, hearing my mother's words, I tried to call upon my own serpent form—

And found nothing.

I tried to draw across my skin the black scales—

And found nothing.

Desperately, I sought any magic I had left with which to change from this form—

And screamed as my body tried to return to the broken, battered falcon I had lost when I had fallen from the sky above the white city years before.

Nicias caught me, sheathing his blade to hold me in his arms, his magic reaching out to soothe me.

One last try. I reached this time for the magic that came from Ahnmik. I felt it ripple through me, rubbing against Nicias's power like a cat seeking attention. He jumped, startled, and I pulled back.

He glanced at Lillian, then back at me. “Darien is right. You feel like a pure-blood falcon now.”

Lillian smiled a little. “At least I made a lasting impression.”

“Like a knife blade,” Nicias snapped. Then he dropped his gaze, shaking his head. “You were acting under orders.”

“Mostly,” Lillian replied. “If it makes you feel better, my interest in you wasn't all feigned.”

“That doesn't really help, and it doesn't make me trust you now. Either of you,” he added, turning to Darien, “no
matter how you might have helped me in the past. You felt a pure-blood falcon wake. Cjarsa felt her wake. Now what do you want with her?”

With very few exceptions, a falcon was not allowed to live off the island. Nicias had been granted his pardon because he was Araceli's blood. His parents had sacrificed their magic and their falcon forms to stay here. What would Cjarsa ask of me?

Will she let me stay?

Did I
want
her to let me stay?

To see the white city again, to walk through it, not as
quemak
but with magic as pure as all the rest …

But I still did not have my Demi or falcon form, and even if my magic was untainted now, the rest of my body was not. I was too dark; my father's cobra blood was still too evident.

Still …

“Naturally,” Lillian replied, “the Empress wants her own returned.”

“No,” I whispered. I had never thought I would say that word in this context, but it slipped off my lips. “Wyvern's Court is my home now. I have—”

I broke off, about to say
I have responsibilities here.

I had worked so hard for the court that leaving would feel like abandoning it. If I disappeared now, without a word to the serpiente, my followers would forever distrust Salem. I needed to stay, at least a little longer.

And then a little longer. I knew how this went. I knew the Cobriana; one did not easily name oneself one of them only to walk away. Even Oliza's abdication had been for her people. If I didn't walk away now, I would never be able to.

“You have …?” my mother asked when I did not finish.

“Never mind.”

“Our orders are to bring you to the city,” one of the other falcons said. “Why are we even having this discussion?”

Lillian and my mother looked at each other, a meaningful glance that made Lillian sigh and say, “Please come with us willingly.”

“May I have time to consider?” I asked, though I did not know why. I had no choices to consider except whether to fight or obey.

“Yes,” my mother said, at the same moment that one of the others said, “No.”

“Darien,” Lillian warned.

“Yes, Lillian?” My mother's voice was falsely sweet.

“Hai,” Lillian said, “please come home with us. Your place is on Ahnmik. You have power here, I know, enough that it probably makes the current monarchy nervous. How long do you think they will tolerate you—trust you—knowing that you once had enough favor to usurp the throne of their beloved—”

Suddenly I heard my mother's voice in my mind. I could tell by the way Nicias's gaze instantly turned to Darien that he heard her as well.

Perhaps you
would
be happiest if you remained in Wyvern's Court,
she said.
If I knew that for certain, I would have insisted that Cjarsa leave you alone. I believe she would have let me have my way; she wants me by her more than she needs you on the island. But it must be your choice. I have been little enough a part of your life as it is. I should not be the one to decide what you do with it now.

In that moment, it might have been nice if Darien had expressed a bias regarding my decision. It would have been comforting to know she cared, and it would have made choosing easier.

Instead, she turned her attention to Nicias to add,
Even you, Nicias, do not have that right. It is Hai's choice to make.

And if she says no?
Nicias asked.

Let her look on the island with eyes not veiled by Ecl before she decides.

As I did?
he challenged again.

My daughter does not have your naïveté,
Darien pointed out.
She knows how to use her power perfectly well. No one short of royal blood could use persuasion magics on her without her knowledge, and if they do, you are experienced enough to protect Hai, should you choose to accompany her.

“Darien, if you are plotting with them, at least let us hear it,” Lillian said. “I would like to know why we are being punished if the Lady takes us to task for something you've said.”

“Have I spoken a word of treason to you?” Darien asked me and Nicias.

“No,” I answered, considering her words.

“That's new,” Lillian remarked. “Hai, are you coming with us willingly, or do we need to carry you?”

Nicias grasped my hand. “Araceli told me once that if I returned to the island, it would be as her heir. Is that still the case?”

“Of course,” Lillian answered.

“If I understand correctly, that gives me authority over everyone but Cjarsa and Araceli themselves. Including you.”

Lillian nodded warily. “We will follow our Empress's commands before yours, but yes, even Cjarsa's Mercy would be held to your will unless she said otherwise.”

“Then these are my terms. If Hai goes to Ahnmik, I go with her,” he said. “Anyone who tries to use magic to manipulate either of us, or who tries to separate us without
Hai's consent, I will consider to have acted against me—which, according to Ahnmik's laws, gives me every right to execute them. Or at least turn them over to you.”

“A'le,”
Darien answered. “As you wish,
my lord.
”

Her tone was so careful, so neutral, it betrayed her pleasure. My mother was concerned with assuring my freedom of choice, but she was not nearly as unbiased when it came to my prince.