The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms

I finally realize my error: with his children protecting me, Nahadoth is free to devour it all.

It takes all my will to overcome my own choking fear. S-stop! I shout. Nahadoth, stop! The words are lost in the howling wind. He is bound by magic even more powerful than himself to obey my commands, but only if he can hear me. Perhaps he intended to drown me outor perhaps he is simply lost in the glory of his own power, reveling in the chaos that is his nature.

The pit beneath him erupts as he strikes molten rock. A tendril of fiery lava rises and swirls about the blackness before it, too, is swallowed. Tornado above, volcano below, and at the heart of it, the black star, growing ever larger.

It is, in a terrible way, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

At the end, we are saved by the Skyfather. The torn clouds reveal a light-streaked sky, and in the instant that I feel the stones beneath my hands shiver, ready to fly away, the sun peeks above the horizon.

The black star vanishes.

Somethingcharred, pitiful, not enough of a human form to be called a bodyhovers in the stars place for a moment, then falls toward the lava below. Sieh curses and streaks off on his yellow ball, breaking the bubble, but the bubble is no longer necessary. The air is hot and thin around me; it is hard to breathe. Already I can see stormclouds forming in the distance and rushing this way to fill the void.

The nearby capital oh. Oh, no.

I see the broken shells of a few buildings. The rest has been devoured. Part of the land has fallen into the churning red pit; the palace was on that land.

My wife. My son.

Zhakkarn looks at me. She is too much the soldier to show her contempt, though I know she feels it. Kurue helps me to my feet, and her face, too, is blank as she faces me. You have done this, her eyes say.

I will think it over and over as I mourn.

Sieh has him, says Zhakkarn. It will take him years to recover.

He had no business calling on that kind of power, Kurue snaps. Not in human flesh.

It doesnt matter, I say, and for once I am right.

The earth has not stopped shaking. Nahadoth has broken something deep within it. This was once beautiful country, the perfect seat for the capital of a global empire. Now it is ruined.

Take me away, I whisper.

Where? asks Zhakkarn. My home is gone.

I almost say anywhere, but I am not a complete fool. These beings are not as volatile as Nahadoth, not as hateful, but neither are they my friends. One colossal folly for the day is enough.

To Senm, I say. The Amn homeland. We will rebuild there.

So they carry me away. Behind me, over the next few days, the continent breaks apart and sinks into the sea.

6

Alliances

YEINE. MY MOTHER, murdered by jealousy, grasps my hand. I hold the hilt of a dagger that has been thrust into my own breast. Blood hotter than rage coats my hand; she leans close to kiss me. Youre dead.

You lie, Amn whore, bone-white bitch. I will see all your lying kind swallowed into the darkest depths of

myself

* * *

There was another Consortium session the next morning. Apparently this was the bodys peak season, in which they met every day for several weeks trying to resolve fiscal business before a lengthy winter break. Tvril arrived early that morning to wake me for the occasion, which took some doing. When I got up, my feet ached dully, as did the bruises Id sustained running from Nahadoth the night before. Id slept like death, exhausted emotionally and physically.

Dekarta attends nearly all the sessions, when his health permits, Tvril explained, while I dressed in the next room. The tailor had worked an overnight miracle, delivering me an entire rack of garments deemed appropriate for a woman of my station. He was very good; instead of simply hemming the long Amn styles, hed given me a selection of skirts and dresses that complemented my shorter frame. They were still far more decorative and less practical than I was used to, not to mention constricting in all the oddest places. I felt ridiculous. But it would not do for an Arameri heir to look like a savageeven if she was oneso I asked Tvril to convey my thanks for the tailors efforts.

Between the foreign garments and the stark black circle on my forehead, I barely recognized myself in the mirror.

Relad and Scimina arent required to attendand they often dont, Tvril said. Hed come in to give me a shrewd once-over as I stood in the mirror; by his pleased nod, I evidently met with his approval. But everyone knows them, while youre an unknown quantity. Dekarta asks that you attend today in particular, so that all can see his newest heir.

Which meant that I had no choice. I sighed and nodded. I doubt most of the nobles will be pleased, I said. I was too minor to be worth their time before this whole mess. I imagine theyll resent having to be nice to me now.