Dead Rivers - Freedom's Gate Part 18

Tamar, on the other hand-I could hear her breath, when I listened for it. Perfectly even, and as far as I could tell, she hadn't moved a muscle. Beyond Tamar, I could hear a bird singing, and insects humming.

Even Zhanna wasn't moving, rot her. I had to move, finally, so I rearranged my legs and tried again to get comfortable. Now my numb left leg began to come back to life; it felt like it was being stabbed by several hundred tiny needles. I leaned forward, suppressing a groan, and flexed my foot inside my boot. Breathe . I wondered if Tamar had actually entered the open, receptive state that I suspected was supposed to be our goal here. Probably.

Time pa.s.sed. I watched the play of sun and shadow inside my eyelids, and tried to s.h.i.+ft position often enough that my limbs didn't fall asleep and my knees didn't ache. I clenched my hands into fists and rubbed my thumbs against my fingers. An insect landed on my shoulder and I twitched it off. I wondered if Zhanna was going to make us sit here like this all afternoon.

Then I heard something new: a snort. No, a snore. Then, closer, a giggle. I opened my eyes and saw that Tamar had fallen asleep; Zhanna was laughing at Tamar, and at me.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," she said, prodding Tamar. Tamar's eyes flew open and darted back and forth between me and Zhanna.

"I didn't-" Tamar said.

"I can't believe you got comfortable enough to fall asleep," I muttered.

"I was more like Lauria," Zhanna said cheerfully. "Twitching around like a headless chicken. I figured it was worth a try. There are people who can enter the shamanic trance just by meditating. I can do it, very occasionally. It's the easiest way, if it's a path that's open to you. Clearly it's not going to work for either of you, so let's talk about what might work."

"Jaran dances," Tamar said. "The shaman back at... where Lauria and I used to live. He had me drum for him."

Zhanna nodded. "That's one way to do it. Drumming itself is another way. What moves you? What takes your soul to another place?"

Riding my horse, I thought, thinking of Zhade.

"Not dancing," Tamar said.

"All right, not dancing. Drumming?"

"I don't know."

"What about you, Lauria?"

"Riding," I said, because I hadn't come up with anything else.

"Well, that's not a very practical way to enter a state where you can invite the djinn. But if physical things work well for you, maybe you can try dancing."

I shrugged.

"We'll bring a drum along next time," Zhanna said.

"You're teaching us how to talk to the djinn," Tamar said. "What if the djinn decide on their own to talk to us?"

"Well, that happens sometimes, of course," Zhanna said. "Sometimes djinni possess people who didn't invite them. Has that ever happened to either of you?"

We shook our heads.

"Djinni who possess the unwilling are sometimes very angry; more often, they're just trying to cause trouble. They seem to find it amusing. According to our stories, djinn-possession used to be very rare.

It's become much more common as the enslavement of djinni has become more common."

"It seems to happen a lot less here than it did back in h.e.l.ladia," Tamar said.

"The djinn know that we aren't their enemies," Zhanna said. "It does happen here sometimes, but you're right, less often. At any rate, the djinn can possess the unwilling, as well as shamans; if this happens to you, you probably won't be able to do much about it. Do you know of any other ways that the djinn might speak to you?"

"Dreams," Tamar said.

"That's right. It is my belief-" Zhanna lowered her voice a little, though no one else was around "-well, there are those who say that Athena spoke to Alexander in dreams, before he conquered Olympus and took Zeus's throne. I think that when people think their dreams were sent by Athena, or by Alexanderuor for that matter by Arachne or Prometheus-they are actually hearing the djinn."

I thought about the vivid nightmares I'd had about Sophos. If those were from the djinn, what were the djinn trying to tell me? Don't trust Sophos? I bit back a snicker. I didn't need the djinn to tell me that.

"Do you believe in Arachne and Prometheus?" Tamar asked Zhanna.

Zhanna shrugged and I could see that she was trying to think of a diplomatic response. "I don't know.

I've never seen either one. I pray with the rest of the sisterhood as a sign of respect for my sisters; if Arachne and Prometheus don't exist, I've wasted nothing but time. If they do exist, I'm sure they're bright enough to know that my devotion isn't exactly heartfelt, but I doubt they worry too much about me and the other shamans. Now, back to the djinn; there is one other way that the djinn might choose to speak to you, and that is simply to speak to you. It's rare, but they can do it if they choose to."

"Why wouldn't they just talk to us instead of sending dreams?" Tamar asked.

"Dreams are the closest most people ever get to the Silent Lands. When you're asleep, sometimes the djinn can talk to you from their own side of the web."

"How do you know if a dream was sent by the djinn?" I asked.

"Well... you can't, always. But djinn-sent dreams are particularly vivid. I suppose your nightmares are, too," she added with a sympathetic smile. "Those are probably not sent by the djinn, although they might be. When there's a lot weighing on our hearts, our hearts can keep our nights pretty busy without any help." She glanced at Tamar. "Since you're blood sisters, you know, someday you might be able to learn to communicate with each other using dreams. They'd be kind of like djinn-dreams, very vivid. Shamans can do that when they share blood with someone."

"Is it just shamans who can use that sort of magic?" I asked, thinking about some of the other sorts of magic I'd heard about.

"Well-mostly. I've heard stories about mothers and children..."

I laughed a little. "I thought a few times growing up that my mother could hear my thoughts."

"It's rare, but some people can do that with their blood kin, along with sending dreams. Some can even control thoughts, at least up to a point, but that's pretty complicated magic. It's not something I know how to do. It's not something I've ever wanted to do." Her face was bleak for a second, and then she laughed and added, "If you'd met any of my blood kin, you'd understand why! Anyway-" She stood up and brushed herself off. "We should be getting back. It's going to be time for dinner soon."

On the way back to camp, Tamar asked her, "What will happen to us if we don't pa.s.s all the tests?" She held out her leather thong with its blue beads. "I feel like we fail half the tests no matter what we do."

"You'll pa.s.s them all," Zhanna said.

"But what if we don't?"

"You will."

"You're not answering my question."

Zhanna glanced at me and saw that I was watching her closely, waiting for the answer as eagerly as Tamar. She sighed. Finally she said, "There are sometimes people who escape from slavery but aren't able to unlearn how to be a slave. They're offered a choice. Either we can sell them back into slavery-north, not back to the Greeks. Or they can kill themselves."

"Oh." Tamar's voice was almost inaudible.

"But don't worry. You will pa.s.s all the tests. You get a lot of chances, haven't you noticed that yet?"

"Have you ever seen this happen to someone?" I asked.

"I really can't answer that question," Zhanna said. It was quite obvious that the answer was yes.

"What did she choose?"

"She chose suicide," Zhanna said quietly. "Now stop asking me about this. I don't think I'm supposed to tell you things that are just going to worry you."

"So whose slave are you?" Tamar asked. "Who tells you what you're allowed to tell us?"

"I wouldn't be beaten and cast out to die in the desert, if that's what you're thinking." Zhanna looked at Tamar, her eyebrow quirked. "Or bound and thrown onto a fire as a sacrifice for Prometheus, or even used to test arrow-poison, no matter what the Greeks say about us. But I understand the reasons for some of these customs. I'm not supposed to tell you things that will worry you because there is really no cause to worry. You will pa.s.s the tests."

In the late-afternoon sun, I finished st.i.tching Kyros's spell-chain on my vest, cut the thread, and slipped the vest on. Tamar had finished her torn flower and started on something else, but she wasn't working on it; she rolled the needle back and forth between her thumb and forefinger, and stared into s.p.a.ce. Thinking about the blossom Zhanna had talked about, no doubt; that was certainly what was on my mind.

"Lauria!" Janiya called, her voice sharp. "Come here a minute."

I jumped guiltily to my feet, wondering what ch.o.r.e I'd neglected or task I'd forgotten. Then I saw the look on Janiya's face and slumped back down, biting my lip.

Beside me, Tamar leapt to her feet. "What is wrong with you?" she demanded shrilly-speaking to Janiya, not to me. "Can't you tell that she is trying to fit in here? Trying to be a good sister when she answers you swiftly or does what you ask her to do?"

Janiya folded her arms silently, a look of amus.e.m.e.nt on her face.

"You aren't being fair. You aren't playing fair. You change the rules on both of us every time it suits you. I bet the first time she ignores you or tells you to go stuff yourself, you're going to tell her that she failed again because this time you were testing whether she responded promptly to the leader of the sisters. And we are supposed to trust you? Maybe if we could rely on you to treat us like sisters, we'd have an easier time acting the way you expect us to act!"

"Well, little one," Janiya said softly, when Tamar paused for breath. " You certainly have learned that I'm not your master." She drew out a bead and tossed it to Tamar. "Maybe you can help Lauria learn that same lesson sometime soon." She glanced at me. "Lauria, please step into the yurt with me, if you don't mind."

I stood up again and followed her reluctantly, feeling like a small child that was about to get yelled at. But instead of ripping into me she stepped behind me and traced the outline of the spell-chain I'd embroidered, with her finger. "Do you know what that is?"

"It's a spell-chain for binding aer-djinn." I cleared my throat. "My old master, Kyros, is a military officer. He owns two of them; he wears them looped around his neck and his wrist, to show off his power."

"Did you ever see him use one?"

"Maybe a few times," I whispered.

Janiya slipped her finger under her collar and pulled the spell-chain she'd taken from the bandits over her head. "See this?" she said. "We got it from the bandits."

"Have you used it?" I asked.

"Yes. But I'm not sure if I'm doing something wrong. The djinn is belligerent; it never does what I ask him to do."

"They follow orders exactly," I said. "If they can subvert their instructions or misinterpret what you said, they will. They are not willing servants. Not like Zhanna's friends, who come at whim rather than will, but come freely, and usually wish to be helpful."

"But Zhanna was visited by a bound djinn once recently."

"It hadn't been bound by her."

"Ah." Janiya rubbed the knuckle of her thumb against her forehead. "Well. Can you..." She paused, wet her lips, and considered how to phrase this, as if she were giving orders to a bound djinn. "Perhaps you can help me phrase the instructions, if you've seen someone do it?"

"Maybe."

"Right now I want to know what the Greeks are up to. We heard those rumors from the merchants, and I want to know how true they are."

"That's going to be hard," I said. "You could..." You could send it to Elpisia to watch Kyros. "I'll need to think about it."

"I'd appreciate hearing any thoughts you come up with." She nodded dismissal, and I went back out to have dinner.

I mulled over her request as I ate my lentils and rice. I could dodge her request entirely by coming up with a vague request for the aeriko that would never work. I had told Janiya that I'd seen a spell-chain used a few times; that wasn't really all that much experience. On the other hand, Janiya wasn't stupid, and she knew that I wasn't stupid, either. She had no reason to think I'd been anything other than a slave-but she knew I was a bright slave, someone who would have followed directions as necessary but would have found ways to subvert their intention when I could. Just like a djinn, in fact. That, along with the spell-chain embroidered on my vest, was almost certainly why she'd asked me to think about this.

So. I had to give her an answer-something that plausibly seemed like it ought to work, but wouldn't give her too much useful information. I could not suggest sending the djinn to watch Kyros; he might talk about me and the djinn might repeat the conversation. But there was a garrison in Elpisia; we could send the djinn there, to count soldiers. In fact, we could have him count soldiers all over-would Janiya know what a normal complement of soldiers was? I wasn't sure. If the Greeks were planning something, though, they'd need to be bringing up more men. And probably placing them, not only at Elpisia, but just beyond Alas.h.i.+ territory to the east and west, if they could.

Tamar had added her new bead to her leather thong, and gave me an abashed smile when she saw me looking. I shrugged. At least it looked like Tamar wouldn't be offered the choice between suicide and slavery. And if I was-well, I hoped I'd know in time to run away and head back to Kyros.

In the light of the setting sun, Maydan examined my wound and removed the bandages. "You should probably take it easy for a bit longer," she said. "No riding unless it's necessary, because your ribs are going to hurt for a bit longer. But it doesn't need a bandage anymore." I took a deep, experimental breath; the stabbing pain in my side was really just a dull ache now. I smiled gamely at Maydan; she told me to tell her if it took a turn for the worse and left me to my own devices.

I had to relieve myself before bed. This campsite was set up a bit differently from the last one; there was a screen of a rubby bushes a bit beyond the edge of the camp, and that's what had been designated as the latrine, since it offered a little privacy. As I was preparing to do my business, I saw a s.h.i.+mmer in the air: Kyros's aeriko.

"Report," the aeriko said.

That's all you have to say to me? I thought with some irritation. "What does Kyros want to know?"

The s.h.i.+mmer bobbed slightly. "Report," it said again.

I felt a slow burn of anger. "Here's my report," I said, gripping the edge of my vest. The words came easier now. "Despite your promises, and his promises, Sophos raped me. He threw me down, and held a knife to my throat, and said that if I didn't submit to him, he'd murder me and tell you that I got lost in the desert. He claimed that it was 'necessary' to convince the other slaves that I was really what I claimed to be." With the tip of my thumb, I traced the edge of the embroidered spell-chain as it curved around the front of the vest. "The next time you send your djinn, I think I'd like to hear what you're going to do about this. Other than that-there's no change in my status since the last time."

There was a s.h.i.+mmer and the aeriko vanished.

As I squatted to relieve myself, a horrible thought struck me. All it said was "Report." What if this wasn't Kyros's djinn, but Janiya's? What if she suspected that something was going on with me, and sent her djinn to try to trick me into betraying myself? She has no reason to suspect, I told myself, but how could I be so sure? If she had any doubts at all, it would be easy enough to send the djinn. Oh, Kyros, have I betrayed myself?

I was alone right now, but carrying nothing-not a waterskin, not my sword, nothing but my clothes.

My only hope was that this wasn't a trick from Janiya, because I certainly couldn't run. I crept slowly back to camp, scanning them from a distance to see if they might be watching for me-waiting, on Janiya's orders, to seize me as I returned.

"Lauria," said Tamar as I walked past. "Maydan says you're healed up well enough to work on your archery again."

"Probably," I said. "Are you going to teach me?"

Tamar made a face. "I think we're still both going to be supervised by Ruan. I've been practicing shooting from horseback-Gulim's been working on that with me. But tomorrow we're both supposed to meet for target practice."

"That will probably be Ruan," I said. My heart was pounding so loudly, I was surprised Tamar couldn't hear it.

"Lauria!" I looked up to see Janiya waiting in the doorway of the yurt. "Can you come here for a moment, please?"

I felt a surge of fear in the base of my throat, but managed a friendly smile to Tamar before I strode into Janiya's tent. If she thought I was a traitor, she'd have had me seized already. She doesn't suspect.

It wasn't her aeriko.

"Have you had time to think at all about what instructions to give the djinn?" she asked.

I nodded. "Maybe you could send it to count the Greek soldiers in each of the garrisons on the edge of our territory? If you did that several times, over the course of a month or two you'd know if the Greeks were moving soldiers in. They'd need more soldiers to attack us. Wouldn't they?"

Janiya nodded. "That's not a bad idea. I wish I could get more specific information..."

"They're really not very good for that sort of thing," I said, the words spilling out in my relief that she didn't seem to know about my conversation with the djinn outside of camp. "If you have them spy on someone for their conversation, they can do that, but they'll repeat it all. If the Greeks sent a djinn here, to watch us, the djinn might hear this conversation, but it would repeat the conversation I just had with Tamar about archery as well. And everything else it heard. All jumbled together. Or, or, or-so I've heard." I faltered as my sense finally caught up with my tongue.