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Pellaz stood in a shrine of the High Nayati, at the feet of a statue of Aruhani, dehar of aruna, life and death. He was about to utter the litany of the Sacred Offering. With him were several other members of the Hegemony, and some visitors from Maudrah in Jaddayoth. It was the first public engagement he'd conducted since the night he'd spent with Caeru and Cal. This ritual was for no purpose other than to entertain and perhaps impress the visitors from Maudrah.

Pellaz had only agreed to officiate because Cal had claimed to be busy elsewhere. Caeru was in no state to be out, apparently, although Pellaz had avoided seeing him alone for weeks. He hadn't experienced the nauseating regret and self-disgust that usually followed being intimate with Caeru, but the circ.u.mstances, after all, had been very different. Still, he felt uneasy, as if he was waiting for the negative feelings to manifest. He shrank from visiting the Tigrina in case those dark pa.s.sions were rekindled in force. He still didn't trust himself around Caeru.

Also, emotional issues aside, Pell's time had mainly been occupied with investigating the otherlanes. He and his brother Terez had been trying to replicate the event that had taken place on Pell's way home from Galhea. So far, they had been unsuccessful, but Pellaz knew of no other way to gather any information about what might be threatening him. It was all too vague and nebulous, yet it ate away at his mind. Something wasn't right. An intangible presence loomed over him, loomed over all of Immanion. He had told only Terez about it, because Terez had spent time in another world: he had a sense for these things.

Pellaz spoke the words of the ritual, in a clear ringing voice, and a priest of Aruhani handed to him a plate of ripe red fruit, which he laid on the dais in front of the statue. He bowed his head and began to back away: the ritual was finished.

The statue moaned.



Pell's head jerked up in surprise. The candlelight in the Nayati had gone red, and sinister shadows wriggled over the features of the dehar. It looked as if Aruhani was in pain. Before Pellaz could turn to any of his companions to find out whether they could perceive this phenomenon themselves, the statue exploded. Pellaz was. .h.i.t by a storm of flying stone and hot liquid. The impact threw him backwards to the floor. He saw a jet of what looked like dark blood spewing out of Aruhani's ruined belly and it rained down upon him.

Pellaz cried out and rolled to the side, and then hands were upon him. He heard many voices, low with concern, but couldn't make out the words. His mind was filled with red. He fought off those who sought to a.s.sist him and leapt to his feet. The candelight had returned to normal. The impa.s.sive countenance of Aruhani stared down at him, perfect and serene. The statue was intact.

'What is it?' somehar asked. 'Tiahaar...?'

Pellaz stared about him wildly, disorientated. The vision had been so real. He glanced back at Aruhani, and then pushed his way through the anxious crowd about him, clawing his way to the exit. His personal guards called out to him, but he ignored them. When he reached the main doors, he heard the cry from Phaonica: a scream, high and keening. He saw a flock of black birds circling the highest towers. He saw red lightning in the distant sky, above the softly swelling Almagabran hills beyond the city. He didn't even pause to visit the stableyard and find Peridot. He ran home alone, through the empty streets, and all the time that terrible cry echoed in his ears.

By the time Pellaz reached Phaonica, the palace was a blaze of lights and even as he ran up the steep driveway to the main entrance, he could tell something had happened to incur a great deal of activity. Before he reached the door, a messenger on horseback, galloping out of the main yard, nearly knocked him over. He recognised Pellaz instantly, and said, 'Tiahaar, the Tigrina has been attacked. I was coming to find you.'

Pellaz said nothing but ran into the palace, making directly for Caeru's apartments. He could not think, could barely draw breath. He could only remember the vision he'd had in the Nayati: the blood, the ruin.

Every lamp was now lit in Caeru's rooms, and the place was filled with security staff. Pellaz went into the main salon and recognised the har standing in the middle of the room, issuing orders to a collection of minions. This was Davitri Bila.s.so, a native Almagabran, and he was head of palace security. Pellaz went straight to him. 'Report, Davitri. How bad?'

'Quite bad,' Davitri said, in his usual dour manner. 'But he is alive. Just.'

'Who did this?'

'We have yet to ascertain that fact.'

'Well, do so. How could you let this happen? Our security is your domain. We will need to speak on this matter very soon.'

Davitri inclined his head respectfully, and Pellaz left him to ponder this chastis.e.m.e.nt. He went to the Tigrina's bed-chamber. It was empty but for one of Caeru's staff, whose bare arms were red to the elbow and who was carrying out a bowl of stained water and some towels.

'Where is he?' Pellaz demanded.

'They have taken him to the Infirmary, tiahaar.'

'His condition?'

The har ducked his head. 'Poor, tiahaar.' He then spoke fiercely, somewhat beyond normal protocol. 'Some monster came. Some monster did this.'

'What did they do?'

The har lowered his eyes. 'His belly was cut, tiahaar.'

Pellaz went back to the main salon, where Davitri Bila.s.so was still engaged in briefing his hara. 'Take me to the Infirmary,' Pellaz ordered. 'Now.'

They rode in a carriage so that Pellaz could ask questions along the way. It appeared that ironically - all of Caeru's staff had received a summons to a bogus emergency security meeting elsewhere in the palace. Only one har had missed the message and had paid for that with his life. Fortunately, the Tigrina's steward was not totally gullible and even before he and his hara reached the venue of the meeting, had felt compelled to return home. If he had not done so, then Caeru might already be dead. As it was, the physicians' primary diagnosis was not too optimistic. The pearl had been slashed from Caeru's body. It had not been found at the scene of the crime, although the weapon used to perpetrate the atrocity had been recovered. It was one of the cook's knives from the kitchen.

Listening to all this, Pellaz sensed his flesh freezing over, as if it were turning to ice. Through numb lips, he asked crisply, 'Has Tigron Calanthe been informed of what's happened?'

Davitri Bila.s.so held Pell's gaze. 'He is missing from his apartments, tiahaar. We presume he is out in the city somewhere. I have sent agents to look for him, both physically and through the ethers.'

Pellaz nodded. 'Good.' He was in no state to attempt telepathic communication with Cal himself.

The Infirmary of Immanion was renowned throughout the Wraeththu world. It did not look like a hospital, nor did it feel like one. Its entire structure was designed to promote healing on all levels of being. Its ambience was calm and restful and the staff moved with serene purpose. Voices were soft in that place and the lighting subtle.

Pellaz was asked to wait because the Tigrina was in surgery. Bila.s.so offered to wait with him, but Pellaz dismissed him. The officer's task was to find whoever had committed the a.s.sault. The Tigron waited alone, his mind empty. When he did think, it was of trivial things, adjustments he should make to the Aruhani litany, a different mix of incense for the ritual. Where was Cal?

A har dressed in a white robe of soft silk brought him some water and murmured, 'Tiahaar, if it's any help, you should know the Tigrina is in the best hands.'

No, it was not much help.

After a couple of hours, Pellaz was conducted to a room on the third floor, where a group of healers sat cross-legged in a ring around a low bed. Each chest emanated a low, soothing tone. A dark-skinned surgeon stood beyond their circle, dressed head to toe in theatre garb of deep blue that did not show the blood. His hair was wound tight upon his head and his expression was not encouraging. When Pellaz entered the room, he bowed and indicated they should speak in private.

'I want to see him first,' Pellaz said.

Taking care not to disturb the circle of healers, Pellaz peered over their heads. Caeru's body was covered in a flaking film of dried blood. His belly was obscured by a sheet, which was draped over a cage of some kind. Black snaking tubes emanated from beneath the sheet, their open ends disappearing into large black gla.s.s jars arranged upon the floor. Caeru's eyes were closed, his hair dark and matted and wet. He had been badly beaten about the head.

Pellaz stared for some moments, then turned to the surgeon.

'My office, tiahaar,' murmured the surgeon in a strongly-accented, musical voice. He gestured towards the door.

The surgeon was named Sheeva, and he, like most citizens of Immanion, was not a native Almagabran. A member of his staff brought Pellaz hot coffee spiced with cinnamon, and Sheeva produced from a drawer in his desk a bottle of strong herbal liqueur, with which he suggested the Tigron fortify his drink.

Pellaz did this. He noticed that his left hand was shaking, while the right hand was still. He could taste blood in the back of his throat.

'I will tell you straight,' said Sheeva. 'If the Tigrina makes it through tonight, he has a good chance of survival. The worst element, despite appearances, is shock. The head injuries look worse than they actually are. There is no fracture to the skull. However, I'm afraid the pearl he was carrying was excised during the attack. Certain internal organs, and not just those a.s.sociated with reproduction, have been badly damaged, but not beyond my skills of reconstruction. However, Caeru will have to face adjustments. Fortunately, the conception chamber the cauldron of creation - is relatively intact, for which we should be thankful. I have never treated a har who has lost this organ, and the psychological effects of that could be unpredictable.'

Pellaz nodded. 'It might sound strange, but I know little about these things.' He grimaced. 'I don't know how my body works. Why the h.e.l.l is that?'

Sheeva smiled gently. 'Don't worry, few hara do know - yet.'

Pellaz frowned. 'Why not? Isn't it the most important thing?'

Sheeva leaned back in his chair, tapped the desk in front of him. Perhaps he didn't want to be giving this lesson. Pellaz didn't blame him, but he wanted his question answered. 'Wraeththu had a lot of growing up to do, you know that,' Sheeva said. 'For a long time, we were all children, whatever our ages in physical terms. Only now are we rediscovering abandoned yet essential skills and discovering new ones. We are no longer playing in the ruins, tiahaar. The dust has settled, and we are standing around, blinking in the sunlight. Now, we must rebuild. We do not need the kind of medicine that humans had, because our bodies are more efficient at healing themselves. But sometimes, as in Caeru's case, intervention is unavoidable, because so much physical damage has been done. We are learning about our bodies, and how they function. This learning cannot simply be academic, because it is impossible to explain in academic terms exactly how we reproduce. All you need to know for now is that the conception chamber is the main aspect that sets our reproductive method apart from that of human females, whose foetuses were, of course, conceived in the womb that bore them. I, and many others, suspect that this organ has functions beyond mere reproduction, but ultimately there is much we have yet to understand about such matters.'

'Thank you,' Pellaz said. 'I appreciate your time in telling me this.'

'You're welcome.'

'How badly is Rue damaged? How is this going to affect him?'

Sheeva breathed in deeply through his nose. 'The area in the Tigrina's body that corresponds to an actual womb has suffered great trauma. At some point in the future, he will need further reconstructive surgery. I will do what I can in respect of repairs, but it's doubtful he'll be able to host a pearl again. He should, however, be capable of normal aruna in a soume sense.'

'Do whatever it takes,' Pellaz said.

'Mostly, it is up to him,' said Sheeva. 'Caeru has the power to heal himself on mental and emotional levels, which of course affects the physical body. I am simply the mechanic. I repair physical breakdowns.'

'I have been told you are the best.'

Sheeva inclined his head. 'I was appointed here because of my reputation, and I will do all in my power to uphold it.'

'Is there anything I can do?'

'Stay with him tonight, tiahaar. Give him your strength. It is the best medicine.'

Pellaz returned to the room where Caeru lay motionless on his low bed. The healers were still chanting softly, their palms upraised to direct energy into their patient's body. Pellaz stepped inside their circle and knelt on the floor. The chanting trailed off and one of the healers said, 'Tiahaar, we respectfully request you allow us to work in peace.'

'Go,' Pellaz said.

'What?'

'Leave this room. All of you. Go.'

The healers were silent, watching him.

'I am Tigron,' Pellaz said. 'This is my consort. I will heal him.' He dismissed the other occupants in the room from his attention and sat cross-legged beside the bed. He drew back the sheet that covered the cage over Caeru's belly. All the time, a mantra churned in his mind: don't think of Orien, don't think of Orien.

He removed the cage. The chief healer made a protest, but Pellaz only snarled at him. 'Get out.'

Pellaz placed his hands, palms down, the tiniest distance above Caeru's savaged flesh. Sheeva had done an exemplary job in patching him up, but it was still a foul mess. Pellaz summoned the power from the center of creation to flow through him. He directed it into Caeru's body. For a while, he remembered the time, so long ago, when he'd tried to heal a terrible wound on his friend Cobweb's leg. He remembered the feeling of the energy then and how weak and sporadic it had felt in comparison to what he could achieve now. Images of the past flickered across his mind's eye, but, gradually, the flow of the energy took him deep into trance and then he did not think at all.

Late the following morning, Vaysh, the Tigron's aide, came to Caeru's room in the Infirmary, because the staff were concerned that Pellaz would not leave the Tigrina's side. They had summoned Vaysh to reason with Pellaz, who ignored anyhar else who tried to speak to him.

Vaysh's voice, harsh and commanding, at least permeated the fog of trance in Pell's mind. He heard somehar say, 'Pellaz, wake up. Come back to Phaonica. Let the hara here do their job. You're in the way.'

Pellaz raised his head and saw Vaysh standing at the door. His red hair looked shocking against the pale colors of the room.

'Pell,' Vaysh said. 'Get up.'

Pellaz could no longer feel his hands and arms, although he could sense that the healing energy still coursed through them strongly. At some point during the night, he had actually allowed his fingers to rest on Caeru's wounds. Pellaz remembered, vaguely, that he had been involved in a battle: a fight with Caeru's will, because he had only wanted to die. Pellaz hadn't allowed that to happen. He'd had to work healing on several levels, but it wasn't over yet. Caeru himself was still unconscious. Pellaz dismissed Vaysh from his attention and closed his eyes, concentrating once more on the task in hand.

'Pell.'

He heard Vaysh cross the room, felt a hand upon his shoulder. Pellaz was fizzing with power: it took hardly any effort to use some of it to hurl Vaysh back towards the door. He landed in an undignified heap.

Vaysh scrambled to his feet and spat, 'Why are you doing this? Don't tell me you care!'

'Get out,' Pellaz said, in a low voice. To emphasise his displeasure, he hissed like a furious cat.

Vaysh stared at him for some moments, then left the room without another word.

Some time later, Ashmael Aldebaran arrived. Pellaz had lost the capacity to speak, but locked gazes with Ashmael for what felt like a long time. After this, the general said laconically to somehar unseen behind him, 'Leave him. Scoop him up when he pa.s.ses out.'

This occurred some time in the early evening. Pellaz didn't know what happened, only that he woke up around thirty-six hours later in another room in the Infirmary. He was instantly alert, full of energy. A healer came to his side, offered water.

'Does he live?' Pellaz asked.

The healer nodded. 'He is awake, tiahaar.'

Pellaz drank the water in one gulp, then got out of bed.

Long gauzy drapes blew softly in the breeze that came in through the open windows. Wooden chimes tocked rhythmically in the draught. Caeru's eyes were open: he stared at the sky. Pellaz sat on the edge of the bed. They had covered Caeru with a sheet again, and his hands rested on the cage. His fingernails were still crusted with dried blood, as was his hair. The bruises on his face were already fading, because a har heals quickly, but tubes still emanated from beneath the cage, draining out fluid. Some wounds, being fundamental, were slower to heal.

Caeru turned his head slowly on the pillow. 'I saw you,' he said. 'I saw you with me in the darkness. You were s.h.i.+ning.'

Pellaz reached out and touched Caeru's face. 'How do you feel?'

Caeru grimaced. 'I don't feel anything. I don't hurt. I just am. They gave me something to drink. It was bitter. It took all feeling away.'

'Do you want anything?'

'Yes. The truth. They won't tell me. How bad is it?'

'Bad,' Pellaz said softly.

Caeru swallowed. 'No more harlings for me, not inside me. That's it, isn't it?'

Pellaz nodded his head slightly. 'It seems that way.'

'Has it all gone? I don't know. Tell me. What else won't I ever be able to do again?'

'The surgeon has repaired most of the damage. It will heal, in time. You are still har, Rue.'

'I lost our child.'

'You didn't lose it. Somehar took it from you.'

Caeru pressed the fingers of one hand into his eye sockets. There was a thin streak of dried blood on his arm too. 'I didn't want the pearl,' he said. 'Don't you understand? I did it for you, but not for myself. Have I made this happen?'

'No,' Pellaz said. He took Caeru's hand in his own, pulled it down from his face. 'Did you see who did this to you?'

Caeru shook his head. 'No. Who would want to do anything like this?'

'Are you sure you didn't see?'

'Yes.'

'No suspicions?'

'No! Don't even think it.'

'Has Cal been to see you?'

Caeru looked away. 'I asked for him. They told me he is not in Immanion any more.'

Pellaz closed his eyes. 'Thiede,' he said, a prayer, a plea or a curse: he could not tell.

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