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'Don't kill her. Not yet.'
'No. I have plans for her.'
Wess recognized the voice ofBauchle Meyne, who had insulted Quartz in the tavern. He toed her in the side.
'When I'm done with you, b.i.t.c.h, you can take me to your friends.' He started to unbuckle his belt.
Wess tried to get up. Bauchle Meyne's companion stepped towards her, to kick her again.
His foot swung towards her. She grabbed it and twisted. As he went down, Wess struggled up. Bauchle Meyne, surprised, lurched towards her and grabbed her in a bear hug, pinioning her arms so she could not reach her knife. He pressed his face down close to hers. She felt his whisker stubble and smelled his yeasty breath. He could not hold her and force his mouth to hers at the same time, but he s...o...b..red on her cheek. His pants slipped down and his p.e.n.i.s thrust against her thigh.
Wess kneed him in the b.a.l.l.s as hard as she could.
He screamed and let her go and staggered away, holding himself, doubled up and moaning, stumbling over his fallen breeches. Wess drew her knife and backed against a wall, ready for another attack.
Bauchle Meyne's accomplice rushed her. Her knife sliced quickly towards him, slas.h.i.+ng his arm. He flung himself backwards and swore violently. Blood spurted between his fingers.
Wess heard the approaching footsteps a moment before he did. She pressed her free hand hard against the wall behind her. She was afraid to shout for help. In this place whoever answered might as easily join in attacking her.
But the man swore again, grabbed Bauchle Meyne by the arm, and dragged him away as fast as the latter, in his present distressed state, could go.
Wess sagged, sliding down the wall to the ground. She knew she was still in danger, but her legs would not hold her up anymore.
The footsteps ceased. Wess looked up, clenching her fingers around the handle of her knife. '
'Frejojan,' Lythande said softly, from ten paces away, 'sister, you led me quite a chase.' She glanced after the two men. 'And not only me, it seems.'
'I never fought a person before,' Wess said shakily. 'Not a real fight. Only practice. No one ever got hurt.' She touched the side other head. The shallow sc.r.a.pe bled freely. She thought about its stopping, and the flow gradually ceased.
Lythande sat on his heels beside her. 'Let me see.' He probed the cut gently. '1 thought it was bleeding, but it's stopped. What happened?'
'I don't know. Did you follow me? Did they? I thought I was eluding one person.'
'I was the only one following you,' Lythande said. 'They must have come back to bother Quartz again.'
'You know about that?'
'The whole city knows, child. Or anyway, the whole Maze. Bauchle will not soon live it down. The worst of it is he will never understand what it is that happened, or why.'
'No more will I,' Wess said. She looked up at Lythande. 'How can you live here?'
she cried.
Lythande drew back, frowning. 'I do not live here. But that is not really what you are asking. We cannot speak so freely on the public street.' He glanced away, hesitated, and turned back. 'Will you come with me? I haven't much time, but I can fix your cut, and we can talk safely.'
'All right,' Wess said. She sheathed her knife and pushed herself to her feet, wincing at the sharp pain in her side. Lythande grasped her elbow, steadying her.
'Perhaps you've cracked a rib,' he said. They started slowly down the street.
'No,' Wess said. 'It's bruised. It will hurt for a while, but it isn't broken.'
'How do you know?'
Wess glanced at him quizzically. 'I may not be from a city, but my people aren't completely wild. I paid attention to my lessons when I was little.'
'Lessons? Lessons in what?'
'In knowing whether I am hurt, and what I must do if I am, in controlling the processes of my body - surely your people teach their children these things?'
'My people don't know these things,' Lythande said. 'I think we have more to talk about than I believed, frejojan.'
The Maze confused even Wess, by the time they reached the small building where Lythande stopped. Wess was feeling dizzy from the blow to her head, but she was confident that she was not dangerously hurt. Lythande opened a low door and ducked inside. Wess followed.
Lythande picked up a candle. The wick sparked. In the centre of the dark room, a s.h.i.+ny spot reflected the glow. The wick burst into flame and the spot of reflection grew. Wess blinked. The reflection spread into a sphere, taller than Lythande, the colour and texture of deep water, blue-grey, s.h.i.+mmering. It balanced on its lower curve, bulging slightly so it was not quite perfectly round.
'Follow me. Westerly.'
Lythande walked towards the sphere. Its surface rippled at her approach. She stepped into it. It closed around her, and all Wess could see was a wavering figure, beyond the surface, and the spot of light from the candle flame.
She touched the sphere gingerly with her fingertip. It was wet. Taking a deep breath, she put her hand through the surface.
It froze her fast; she could not proceed, she could not escape, she could not move. Even her voice was captured.
After a moment Lythande surfaced. Her hair sparkled with drops of water, but her clothes were dry. She stood frowning at Wess, lines of thought bracketing the star on her forehead. Then her brow cleared and she grasped Wess's wrist.
'Don't fight it, little sister,' she said. 'Don't fight me.'
The blue star glittered in the darkness, its points sparking with new light.
Against great resistance, Lythande drew Wess's hand from the sphere. The cuff of Wess's s.h.i.+rt was cold and sodden. In only a few seconds the water had wrinkled her fingers. The sphere freed her suddenly and she nearly fell, but Lythande caught and supported her.
'What happened?'
Still holding her up, Lythande reached into the water and drew it aside like a curtain. She urged Wess towards the division. Unwillingly, Wess took a shaky step forward, and Lythande helped her inside. The surface closed behind them.
Lythande eased Wess down on the platform that flowed out smoothly from the inside curve. Wess expected it to be wet, but it was resilient and smooth and slightly warm.
'What happened?' she asked again.
'The sphere is a protection against other sorcerers.'
'I'm not a sorcerer.'
'I believe you believe that. If I thought you were deceiving me, I would kill you. But if you are not a sorcerer, it is only because you are not trained.'
Wess started to protest, but Lythande waved her to silence.
'Now I understand how you eluded me in the streets.'
'I'm a hunter,' Wess said irritably. 'What good would a hunter be, who couldn't move silently and fast?'
'No, it was more than that. I put a mark on you, and you threw it off. No one has ever done that before.'
'I didn't do it, either.'
'Let us not argue, frejojan. There isn't time.'
She inspected the cut, then dipped her hand into the side of the sphere, brought out a handful of water, and washed away the sticky drying blood. Her touch was warm and soothing, as expert as Quartz's.
'Why did you bring me here?'
'So we could talk un.o.bserved.'
'What about?'
'I want to ask you something first. Why did you think I was a woman?'
Wess frowned and gazed into the depths of the floor. Her boot dimpled the surface, like the foot of a water-strider.
'Because you are a woman,' she said. 'Why you pretend you are not, I don't know.'
'That is not the question,' Lythande said. 'The question is why you called me "sister" the moment you saw me. No one, sorcerer. or otherwise, has ever glanced at me once and known me for what I am. You could place me, and yourself, in great danger. How did you know?'
'I just knew,' Wess said. 'It was obvious. I didn't look at you and wonder if you were a man or a woman. I saw you, and I thought, how beautiful, how elegant she is. She looks wise. She looks like she could help us. So I called to you.'
'And what did your friends think?'
'They ... I don't know what Quartz and Aerie thought. Chan asked whatever was I thinking of.'
'What did you say to him?'
'I ...' She hesitated, feeling ashamed. 'I lied to him,' she said miserably. 'I said I was tired and it was dark and smoky, and I made a foolish mistake.'
'Why didn't you try to persuade him you were right?'
'Because it isn't my business to deny what you wish known about yourself. Even to my oldest friend, my first lover.'
Lythande stared up at the curved surface of the inside of the sphere. The tension eased in the set of her shoulders, the expression on her face.
'Thank you, little sister,' she said, her voice full of relief. 'I did not know if my ident.i.ty were safe with you. But I think it is.'
Wess looked up suddenly, chilled by insight. 'You brought me here - you would have killed me!'
'If I had to,' Lythande said easily. 'I am glad it was not necessary. But I could not trust a promise made under threat. You do not fear me; you made your decision of your own free will.'
'That may be true,' Wess said. 'But it isn't true that I don't fear you.'
Lythande gazed at her. 'Perhaps I deserve your fear. Westerly. You could destroy me with a thoughtless word. But the knowledge you have could destroy you. Some people would go to great lengths to discover what you know.'
'I'm not going to tell them.'
'If they suspected - they might force you.'
'I can take care of myself,' Wess said.
Lythande rubbed the bridge of her nose with thumb and forefinger. 'Ah, sister, I hope so. I can give you very little protection.' She - he, Wess reminded herself- stood up. 'It's time to go. It's nearly dawn.'
'You asked questions of me - may I ask one of you?'
'I'll answer if I can.'
'Bauchle Meyne - if he hadn't behaved so stupidly, he could have killed me. But he taunted me till I recovered myself. He made himself vulnerable to me. His friend knew I had a knife, but he attacked me unarmed. I've been trying to understand what happened, but it makes no sense.'
Lythande drew a deep breath. 'Westerly,' she said, 'I wish you had never come to Sanctuary. You escaped for the same reason that I first chose to appear as I now must remain.'
'I still don't understand.'
'They never expected you to fight. To struggle a little, perhaps, just enough to excite them. They expected you to acquiesce to their wishes whether it was to beat you, to rape you, or to kill you. Women in Sanctuary are not trained to fight. They are taught that their only power lies in their ability to please, in bed and in flattery. Some few excel. Most survive.'
'And the rest?'
"The rest are killed for their insolence. Or-' She smiled bitterly and gestured to herself. 'Some few ... find their talents are stronger in other areas.'
'But why do you put up with it?'
'That is the way it is. Westerly. Some would say that is the way it must be that it is ordained.'
'It isn't that way in Kaimas.' Just speaking the name of her home made her want to return. 'Who ordains it?'
'Why, my dear,' Lythande said sardonically, 'the G.o.ds.'
'Then you should rid yourselves of G.o.ds.'
Lythande arched one eyebrow. 'You should, perhaps, keep such ideas to yourself in Sanctuary. The G.o.ds' priests are powerful.' She drew her hand up the side of the sphere so it parted as if she had slit it with a knife, and held the skin apart so Wess could leave.
Wess thought the shaky uncertain feeling that gripped her would disappear when she had solid ground beneath her feet again.
But it did not.
Wess and Lythande returned to the Unicorn in silence. As the Maze woke, the street began to fill with laden carts drawn by scrawny ponies, with beggars and hawkers and pickpockets. Wess bought fruit and meat rolls to take to her friends.
The Unicorn was closed and dark. As the tavern-keeper had said, he did not open early. Wess went around to the back, but at the steps of the lodging door, Lythande stopped.
'I must leave you, frejojan.'
Wess turned back in surprise. 'But I thought you were coming upstairs with me for breakfast, to talk ..."
Lythande shook his head. His smile was odd, not, as Wess had come to expect, sardonic, but sad. 'I wish I could, little sister. For once, I wish I could. I have business to the north that cannot wait.'