Naamahs Curse

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  The Duke of Vralsturm gestured curtly to his men. “Take them both. ”

  “Hold!” I drew the bowstring back two more inches to its fullest extension, keeping my arrow trained on Pyotr Rostov’s chest, and my gaze fixed on his face. No one moved. “Let us go, or I will kill him. ”

  “Moirin, don’t!” Aleksei murmured. “Please, don’t do this. You’re not a killer. ”

  “I have killed men before,” I said with a calmness I did not feel. “And I will kill your uncle if he does not recant his order. ”

  The Patriarch returned my gaze steadily. He had courage, I’d grant him that. Courage, ambition, and a fanatic’s belief in the rightness of his cause. It was all written in his face. And I saw, too, that he believed in his heart that I was bluffing. I saw a vision of a future unspooling between us, a future in which my corruption of his golden nephew Aleksei became a rallying point for the Church of Yeshua Ascendant. Here in this square, Aleksei would be slain for the sin of loving me, martyred for his uncle’s cause—and my death would be but the first in a long crusade against the sinful D’Angelines and the unnatural bear-witches of the Maghuin Dhonn.

  A future of banners and bloodshed, preparing the world with fire and steel for Yeshua ben Yosef’s return; and in the center of it all, the Patriarch of Riva stoking the fires with his splendid rhetoric, causing it all to happen.

  I sucked in my breath, shaking at the vision, my arms trembling from the strain of holding the drawn bow.

  Pyotr Rostov smiled in triumph. “Take them. ”

  Steadying my grip, I loosed the bowstring.

  “Moirin, no!” Aleksei cried a second time, hurling himself from the saddle and crashing into me, dragging me from my mount. I fell hard onto the cobbled square, striking my head on the stones, Aleksei falling atop me.

  The world went black for a moment—pitch-black, with starbursts of light spangling the darkness. My head hurt. Everywhere around us, there was shouting and clattering, sounds like an avalanche of rocks falling.

  In the sparkling darkness, I wondered if the folk of Udinsk had begun to stone me already, wondered how they’d armed themselves so quickly. I shoved frantically at Aleksei’s weight, pushing him off me.

  The clattering got louder, and so did the shouting.

  I scrambled to my feet, shaking my head to clear it. There seemed to be a sea of surging horse-flesh between me and my adversaries. In between the churning legs, shaggy flanks, and thick, arching necks, I caught a glimpse of the Duke’s men retreating to regroup and the Patriarch kneeling on the cobblestones, grimacing, his fingers clutching at the shaft of an arrow protruding just below his collarbone.

  “Lady archer. ” Vachir’s face hung above me, silhouetted against the bright blue sky as he leaned down from the saddle. I squinted, seeing two of him. “Are you well?”

  Tatars.

  The Tatars from the encampment had come to my rescue.

  I laughed, a short, wondering laugh. “Not exactly. But, Vachir…. . why?”

  He smiled his quiet smile. “I offered you the hospitality of my roof. ”

  There was more to it, but I understood. Vachir and his fellow traders were settling the balance of debt the Great Khan Naram himself incurred when he violated the sacred laws of hospitality. “Thank you,” I said softly.

  Vachir nodded. “You should come with us. Now. ”

  I rubbed my hands over my face, gave my aching head another shake, and took stock of the situation. Beside me, Aleksei got to his feet, trembling.

  It was a standoff. The Duke of Vralsturm and his men were in a cluster around the kneeling Patriarch, hands on their sword-hilts. Mounted Tatar warriors milled around them, bows drawn, arrows nocked and poised. The younger men among them had dark, glittering eyes and fierce battle-smiles that reminded me of Bao.

  Vachir spoke.

  One of the younger men translated his words into Vralian. “We are taking the lady archer and her companion,” he said cheerfully. “If you do not wish to provoke a war, you will let us. ”

  Pyotr Rostov drew a ragged breath, his voice hoarse with pain. “Your Great Khan gave her to me!”

  The Tatars conferred.

  “Oh, yes,” their spokesman agreed. “That was a mistake. And the Great Khan will thank us for fixing it…. . one day. ” His battle-smile widened, his eyes bright. “Today, do you wish to make war?”

  The Patriarch did.

  The Duke of Vralsturm did not. He was a practical man. I watched resignation settle over his broad features, watched him signal his men to stand down.

  I hoisted myself astride my mount, glancing at Aleksei. “I think it is best we go with the Tatars. Will you come?”

  He hesitated.

  “Aleksei, no!” his uncle grated. “It’s not too late for you, boy!”

  Aleksei squared his shoulders. “It is, actually,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry, Uncle. All my life, I have tried to conform to your vision of what I should be. I have tried to redeem my mother’s sin. But I think…. . I think you were wrong. I think you have tried to force God and his son Yeshua alike into a mold that is too small and narrow to contain them. ” He shook his head. “I did my best to honor you. I did my best to save your life. But I will not allow you to lessen the myriad wonder of God’s infinite grace for me. ”

  My heart and my diadh-anam sang within me.

  “Aleksei…. . ” The Patriarch of Riva repeated his name. “Aleksei, listen, only listen to me!”

  My sweet, scholarly boy turned away from him, refusing to hear him.

  I kneed my unnamed mount gently, and she stepped forward, ears pricked. From my vantage point, I gazed down at Pyotr Rostov, who knelt on the cobblestones and clutched the protruding shaft, staring at me with hot, angry eyes, as hot and angry as the image of Yeshua on the wall of his temple.

  He would live, I thought. Aleksei had done that much for his uncle, sending the arrow I had loosed astray by mere inches.

  But his dream, his hateful dream, would die. Neither Aleksei nor I would die here today at the hands of an angry mob. The future the Patriarch had envisioned would no longer come to pass.

  And for that, I was grateful. Alive, and grateful.

  “You lose,” I said in Vralian, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “And I win. ”

  FORTY-FOUR

  We returned to the Tatar camp, Aleksei and I, protected by a guard of Vachir and his fellow traders.

  They were in good spirits, having enjoyed the confrontation immensely, especially the younger men. I learned that it was a young fellow named Chagan, the one who had served as Vachir’s translator, who had witnessed the beginning of the conflict and gone racing to rouse the camp, having recognized me from the archery rematch.

  When I thanked him for it, he laughed, showing strong white teeth. “It was a matter of honor, lady archer! Anyone who shoots as well as you do must have Tatar blood in her somewhere. ”

  Aleksei was quiet and withdrawn. Sensing he wished to be left alone, I didn’t try to draw him out. When he suggested that he should return to the inn with an armed escort and fetch our things, I didn’t argue, even though I had reservations.

  I could not blame him for not wanting to be around me at the moment. After all, I had just attempted to kill his uncle in cold blood. The man might have been a monster to me, but for all his faults, he had been like a father to Aleksei; and Aleksei had no way of knowing the vision I had seen unfold.

  Despite my reservations, he and his Tatar escorts returned safely with all the possessions we had purchased so painstakingly, even the pack-horse.

  “What’s the mood in the city?” I asked in an effort to gauge his own mood.

  “Tense,” he murmured without meeting my eyes. “But they are afraid of the Tatars. No one will make trouble. ”

  I left him alone a while longer, busying myself with helping Arigh with chores around the ger.
It felt oddly familiar, except for the absence of children. When I asked Arigh about it, she shook her head with regret, laying one hand over her belly. “No children, no. ”

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  She glanced at Vachir, conferring with a handful of traders on the men’s side of the ger. “He is a good husband, though. And I think…. . ” Her eyes crinkled. “I think if he had a daughter, he would like one like you. Spirited, and skilled with a bow. ”

  I smiled at her. “You’re very kind. ”

  It was a strange thing indeed, I thought, how much cruelty and kindness existed side by side in the world. The great magician Berlik had found sanctuary and redemption among the Yeshuites in Vralia; save for Aleksei and Valentina, I had found only condemnation.

  I thought about the D’Angeline Prince Imriel, who had pursued Berlik into the Vralian wilderness to avenge his wife’s death. He had been used cruelly in his youth, stolen away into slavery, a captivity far worse than aught I had endured. There had been a Tatar warlord who hurt him badly, even branding him with a hot iron.

  And yet when the adult Prince Imriel had been imprisoned with a young Tatar horse-thief in Vralia, he’d set him free when he made his escape. I wondered if that act of compassion resonated over generations in some mysterious way, leading to this moment, and my salvation at the hands of Vachir and his fellows.

  There are things no one can ever know, I supposed.

  For the first time in a while, I found myself missing Master Lo Feng, feeling his loss acutely. He’d always had a way of putting everything into perspective. I pictured him smiling, folding his hands into his wide sleeves.

  All ways lead to the Way, Moirin.

  “Moirin?”

  “Aye?” I was startled out of my reverie by Vachir’s voice, realizing I was standing and gazing into space, my hands sunk deep into floury wheat-dough. Arigh and I had been making meat-filled dumplings.

  He gave a low chuckle, reaching out to rub a smudge of flour from my cheek; and indeed, there was a father’s tenderness in his touch. “We were planning to return to Tatar territory in a week’s time, but if we conclude our bargains swiftly, we can be on our way the day after tomorrow. Will you and your young companion accompany us? It will be safer for you,” he added.

  “I will,” I said without hesitating, glancing at Aleksei.

  Vachir followed my gaze. “And the boy?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know. ”

  Arigh laid her hand on my shoulder, squeezing it in gentle sympathy. “Talk to him. ”

  After supper, I did.

  It was hard, harder than I had reckoned. Everyone else in the ger gave us a wide berth. I sat cross-legged opposite Aleksei, drawing a deep breath.

  “Are you angry at me?” I asked without mincing words. “I do not blame you if you are. ”

  “Angry?” he echoed, his voice soft. “No…. . not angry, Moirin. ”

  “Disappointed?”

  Aleksei frowned in thought. “No, I’m…. . I don’t know. I understand, I do. And I cannot blame you, not really. After all, he was sentencing you to death. All you wanted was to be left alone. It’s just…. . ” He shook his head. “It shocked me nonetheless. Are you angry at me for trying to stop you?”

  “No. ” I took his hand, holding it lightly. He tensed, but he didn’t pull away. “You would not be who you are if you hadn’t, sweet boy. Only I would have you know, I did not do it solely out of hatred or a desire for vengeance. ”

  His brows knit. “No?”

  I stroked his palm. “Long ago, my ancestors among the Maghuin Dhonn had the gift of scrying the future in the stone circles, seeing all the different paths that might come to pass and trying to choose among them. It is a gift we abandoned voluntarily after choosing unwisely, after Berlik was cursed. ”

  “I know,” Aleksei murmured.

  “It’s not a gift the Maghuin Dhonn Herself withdrew from us, Aleksei,” I said softly. “And I have seen visions of the future I did not seek. I saw one in the temple that day, do you remember?”

  He nodded.

  “It happened once before, too. On the battlefield in Ch’in. ” I kept my voice low and steady, realizing he was listening. “I saw a vision of a terrible future, one that should never be allowed to come to pass. I saw another one today, written in your uncle’s eyes. ” Pausing, I debated whether or not to tell him that his uncle would have been willing to sacrifice Aleksei to his cause. “Your uncle’s threat wasn’t an idle one, Aleksei. I saw our deaths give rise to a future of war and bloodshed in Yeshua’s name, in which D’Angelines and the Maghuin Dhonn alike were persecuted for their nature. And that is what I sought to avert. ”

  Aleksei swallowed, his throat working. “Even so…. . you didn’t even hesitate, Moirin!”

  “I warned him,” I said. “Beyond that, I didn’t dare. ”

  He looked away, and then looked back, gazing at his hand resting loosely in mine. Gently and regretfully, he extricated his hand. “I believe you,” he said in a quiet voice. “I do. But I think our paths part here. ”

  “You’re sure?” I asked.

  “Yes. ” Aleksei smiled with sorrow; and it was a man’s smile, not a boy’s. “You’ll be safe with Vachir and his men. You have given me so much, Moirin. I suspect I will spend a lifetime contemplating its purpose in God’s plan. But you are not for me, and I am not for you. I will free you to seek out this stubborn peasant-boy Bao, who carries half of the soul-spark of your unknowable bear-goddess within him. ”

  “What will you do?” I whispered. “Where will you go?”

  His wide shoulders rose and fell in a faint shrug. “I will stay here in Vralia, where I am meant to be, and try to determine what God and Yeshua will of me. Mayhap I’ll make my way west to seek out a yeshiva where the wisdom of Rebbe Avraham ben David is taught. Once I know I can care for her, I’ll send for my mother. ”