‘Y’saying she won’t like the new neighbours? Too bad. She’s only got that one man. Besides, she looks sick.’
Their conversation ended as they drew closer to the two strangers.
The man’s eyes were on them, even as he continued to support the woman in his arms. ‘Hello,’ he said.
Trader tongue. Pithy nodded. ‘And the same. Meckros?’
‘Good guess,’ he replied. ‘I am named Withal. You’re Letherii, not Shake.’
‘Good guess,’ Pithy responded. ‘We’re the Queen’s Honour Guard. I’m Captain Pithy, and this is Captain Brevity. Is your mate sick?’
‘She is Tiste Andii,’ he said. ‘She was born in this city.’
‘Oh,’ said Pithy, and she shot her friend a look that asked: Now what?
Brevity cleared her throat. ‘Well then, if it’s a homecoming, we’d best bring her in.’
At that the woman finally looked up.
Pithy’s breath caught, and beside her Brevity started.
‘Thank you,’ said the Tiste Andii. Tears had streaked her face.
‘Need another shoulder to lean on?’ Pithy asked.
‘No.’ And she disengaged herself from Withal’s arms. Straightening, she faced the gate. ‘I’m ready.’
Pithy and Brevity let her and Withal take the lead, at a pace of their choosing. As soon as they’d moved a half-dozen strides ahead, Brevity turned and plucked Pithy’s sleeve.
‘See her face?’ she whispered.
Pithy nodded.
‘She ain’t just like them in the wall paintings, Pithy. She is one of ’em! I’d swear it!’
‘Side room, first one on the left just inside the altar room-the only one without stone beds. She’s in there. Her and maybe ten others. They got manacles on their wrists.’
‘That’s right! One of them!’
No wonder she ain’t happy about coming home. Pithy said, ‘Once we’re in, you go get the witches and bring ’em over. Unless Tovis or Yedan have come back, in which case get them.’
‘That’d be a better choice,’ Brevity replied. ‘Them witches are still drunk-’
‘They ain’t drunk for real.’
‘You know what I mean. Eel-eyed. Horny. The kinda drunk that makes a woman ashamed of being a woman.’
‘They ain’t drunk. I told you. So get ’em, all right?’
‘All right, but we should a buried ’em when we had the chance.’
The deeper shadow of the gate’s arch slipped over them like a shawl. Sandalath slowly released her breath. Mother Dark’s pervasive presence filled the city, and she felt her weariness drain away as the goddess’s power touched her, but the benediction felt… indifferent. The grief was still there, appallingly fresh-a reopened wound, or something else? She could not be sure. So… sorrow does not end. And if you cannot let it go, Mother, what hope do I have?
Something brushed her mind. An acknowledgement, a momentary recognition. Sympathy? She sighed. ‘Withal, will you walk with me?’
‘Of course-as I am doing right now, Sandalath.’
‘No. The temple, the Terondai.’ She met his eyes. ‘Kurald Galain. To the very foot of Mother Dark.’
‘What is it you seek?’ he asked, searching her face.
She turned back to the two Letherii women standing a few paces behind. ‘You spoke of a Queen,’ she said.
‘Twilight,’ said Pithy. ‘Yan Tovis.’
‘And her brother,’ added Brevity. ‘Yedan Derryg, the Watch.’
‘I must go to the temple,’ Sandalath said.
‘We heard.’
‘But I would speak with her.’
‘They left us a while back,’ Pithy said. ‘Went into the forest. When the witches finally come round they said the two of ’em, Tovis and her brother, probably rode to the First Shore. That was after they was in the temple-the Queen and the Prince, I mean. The witches won’t go anywhere near it, the temple, I mean.’
Sandalath cocked her head. ‘Why do I make you so nervous, Captain?’
‘You ain’t changed much,’ blurted Brevity.
‘I-what? Oh. In the Skeral-the Chamber of Hostages.’
Pithy nodded. ‘Only, the witches said this city’s been dead a long, long time.’
‘No,’ said Brevity, ‘a long time.’
‘I said that,’ Pithy retorted, scowling at her companion.
‘You didn’t say it right, is all. Long. Long .’