The Hawk
On the fifth day of captivity, a soldier came for me. I sat in a pool of my own waste and was hungry enough to consider eating my hands. They were raw and bloodied from pulling in attempts to free them, but the stone restraints were too tight. I could drink a sea's worth of water if I had been given the chance, my mouth feeling like I had been chewing on the sands of the Andover.
We gave up talking on the second day, exhausting ideas for how to get out or what was going to happen to us. It was clear we had completely lost control of the situation and we became resigned to our fate, whatever that may be.
By day, the guards brought a series of torches to light the room, though I would have preferred they bring food or water instead. At night, only a single dim torch illuminated the small, stone room where we were ultimately doomed to die. It seemed like a strange practice to let captives keep track of the days and nights, but at least it kept us from totally losing it.
With nothing left to do, I drew a thread to my father and found him happier than I would have expected, content with the life of raising a child again. He loved Estha, and she was reason for him to get up each day and fight to make a life. I knew he would be better than fine if I never made it back, which looked more and more likely as the days went on.
The soldier that came for me had his left arm completely tattooed from wrist to shoulder. He had a long scar under his left eye and was as unreadable as a rock. Behind the soldier came the small Shaker boy who effortlessly withdrew the stone restraints, allowing the soldier to yank me to my feet and push me into the corridor.
The boy's thoughts dwelled on a sister and a threat of death if he offered anything other than his complete cooperation. He was as much a prisoner as we were. Is that what happens to children with strong Sparks? The soldier twisted my arm behind me and up towards my shoulder blades with the clear intention to rip my arm off if I tried anything.
My four friends each shouted as I was forced out of the stone room. Micha called out the loudest, fearful that I was being taken to meet my end and I couldn't disagree. I tried to keep track of where we turned so I could get back if needed, out of old habit, but we didn't end up going that far.
The soldier pulled me into a large room with the largest bath I'd ever seen in the middle and a window that looked out over the city. The tub was made of silver and was flowing over with steaming water and bubbles. My unreadable companion nodded towards the bath and seemed to want me to get in. I couldn't deny I probably smelled horrible, but cleaning someone was hardly part of the standard of captivity or torture. It didn't make any sense.
Deciding it was the last bath I was ever likely to get, I stripped off my soiled clothes and slipped into the heavenly water. It was warm and fragrant like flowers. I happily splashed it over my face before completely dunking my head under, reminded of the feeling of my first hot water bath in the inn at Nyssa. I washed as best I could without a cloth or any soap, but I came out cleaner than I would have thought possible. Even my wrists looked better once the dried blood was washed away.
The soldier motioned towards a black cloth hanging on a hook by the window. Not much of a talker. I tied the fabric around my waist to match his as close as I could-though it felt unnatural to have my body so uncovered. It was quite uncomfortable to have so little clothing on as the soldier pushed me down the hall again, holding one arm twisted behind me painfully. Just as I thought I could probably take him, he brought me back to the large room with the jade bench-only this time there was no sight of the queen. My sudden reemergence back in the queen's room piqued my curiosity enough that I decided to let it play out. After all, I didn't have much to lose.
The taciturn soldier pushed me past the bench and behind a set of tall, blue curtains that led to a terrace. An intricately-carved, stone rail overlooked Uxmal, and I could even make out the edge of the forest a few miles out. Dozens of pots filled with tropical flowers and plants with wide, flat leaves dotted the edges. I was moved towards a white, stone bench-that matched the jade one inside-before a strong hand pushed me down to sit on it.
Leaving the same as he came, the soldier silently walked away and disappeared behind the dark blue fabric. As soon as he was gone, the queen emerged from some hidden space and elegantly walked towards me. She looked much the same as she had the one time I had seen her before: with shiny, black hair hung over her chest and a strip of blue fabric around her waist.
"Nakben culture suits you," she said, referring to the tiny bit of fabric I wore.
I was sure I felt entirely opposite. With no idea where she was going with it or what she wanted, I waited in silence.
"You Madurians have strange names. Lark." She stressed the r sound, as if it were a sour fruit in her mouth. "Perhaps we'll get you a new one. What does Lark mean?"
"It's a bird. The morning lark." My mother's bird.
"Then Quetzalli. The tail feather. It suits you."
"Tail feather?"
She smiled slyly, clearly interested in playing games. "Did you know you are only the second Madurian I cannot hear?"
"What?" After talking for the last few minutes, I was pretty sure she could hear me fine.
"Most people in Nakbe can be heard. What they want. What they need. I can hear them. But not you."
"In Madurai, it's called Reading," I offered her.
"Reading then. Do you know why I cannot read you?"
In fact I do. I made a special effort not to reach down to touch my father's ring where it sat on my fourth finger, remembering that she couldn't see it. It was oddly comforting to think that my thoughts were safe in my own head as they had rarely been in my life.
"No," I lied.
Apparently, she wasn't used to having to understand people from their outward expressions; she didn't argue despite my confidence I wasn't a superb liar. The scene reminded me of Rhorken's visit to Lagodon, only this time I was one who blocked, rather than the one who struggled to read.
"Then you are a rare treat, Quetzalli."
I gave her a terse look at the use of my new 'name', exactly as she wanted.
"Is that why the law requires the copper bracelet? To protect the people from you?" I chided her, knowing that couldn't be the reason; but seeing as how we were playing games, however, I was game to play along.
Just as I'd hoped, her mood seemed to sour. "My people love and respect their queen. We are close to our greatest achievement."
"What achievement is that?" Had they killed every last beautiful woman? Did they reach their one-millionth sacrifice? As far as I was concerned, any Nakben achievement was nothing I was interested in.
"Did you know the Nakbe Tribes were a weak nation two thousand years ago?" As she asked the question, she sat on the narrow bench next to me so that the skin of her thigh was lightly pressed against mine. I moved closer to the edge of the bench to get away. I was nowhere near mentally ready to even think about touching another woman, and I doubted I ever would be.
"Uh, no. I guess I'm rusty on my ancient Nakben history."
"We were hungry, in constant strife with Takla Maya or Madurai, or even Hurgada during the First Wars. There was a sickness that washed through and stole many lives. Enemies with abilities to control the wind, or the earth, or to read-as you say-took their advantage to control us. The queen, Nitlatnoani, begged as many gods as she could find to help her people, but only Chichiton, the dog, answered. He promised Nitlatnoani safety in exchange for an offering. She must give him the strongest man and the most beautiful woman as a show of honor, and she must give him the weak and the sick, to strengthen our people.
"For the last two thousand years, we have continued this tradition, carefully monitoring blood lines and influencing marriages while removing the weak. Now over half of Nakbe is immune to the abilities of weaker enemies."
"Then why do you require they wear the bracelet?"
"It prevents our enemies from determining who is immune and who is not. All Nakben people can either use pow
ers, or are immune, but no one has both. We are one generation away from producing a queen who has strong abilities herself but is immune to the abilities of others. She will be the mother of the Nakbe of the future, the Tonani, our mother."
"You want one woman to birth an entire nation? That seems a little sick." I tried to fill my voice with sarcasm but it was a sentiment I truly felt. Who would make a woman do that?
"The queen will be the child of the strongest tiger and the swiftest hawk. She is the only way to secure our future." The tiger and the hawk? What?
"Will you stop the offerings to Chichiton once you have your queen?"
"Offering our strongest and our weakest to the dog is a tradition that stretches back to the dawn of our history as a powerful nation. We will always continue our traditions."
"Then what do you want with me? An offer to your dog?" It was more of a rhetorical question than an actual one.
"Not yet. As I said, you may yet be useful. The hawk has proved more resistant than we hoped. You will persuade her."
"What? You want me to convince a woman to marry your 'tiger' and produce a queen to start the new, strong future?" How would I possibly accomplish that? I wasn't even sure I wanted to.
A flip of the wrist produced a sight I couldn't have believed, and even once my eyes grasped it, there were several moments with my jaw on the floor before I could fully register the scene before me.
A large Nakben soldier turned the corner holding Khea by the elbow, pushing her so roughly that she missed a step and barely caught herself before hitting the floor. She wore a light blue band of fabric at her waist with a slim decorative silver chain hanging across her hips, and her blonde hair fell straight over her chest. She looked terrified to see me.
"Khea!" I said when it finally clicked, and I rushed over to her only to watch as the soldier pulled her behind him, blocking my view.
"Let her go!" Even to myself, I sounded like a petulant child, but the words rushed out before I had a chance to think.
"No, Quetzalli. She is the hawk. She will have Tonani. You will help her." I could barely see Khea where she stood behind the brick-wall-of-a-guard, but the only glimpse I'd had of her showed tear-stained cheeks and a mountain of anguish. How could someone want that for her? She had barely started her seventeenth summer and Xiuhpilli wanted her to be the mother of the future race of Nakben warriors. It was insanity.
I couldn't think of a strategy, or what to say to get her out of this. Only disbelief and rage occupied my rattled mind, and I said the only words I had. "I swear to your dog I will kill you before this is over. Release her now."
"Quetzalli, I thought you might be more useful."
Xiuhpilli gave the signal and Khea was dragged away as a soldier appeared behind me to hold me back. My heel flew behind me to shatter his knee and drop him down, but the second it took me to get free was long enough for Khea to disappear.
"The Yellows said you would protect her. They did not say how much, though."
"The Yellows? What the hell are you talking about?" The time for games and tip-toeing was over. She was going to give me answers and give me Khea, or I was going to kill her.
"The ones who sent you. They wanted someone who would make sure she arrived safely. The agreement would have gone very badly for them if she had been damaged in transport."
The ones who sent me? Avis? Lheda?
Suddenly, it sank in. The Yellows. Whether it was a reference to their blonde hair or to the yellow pendant of Turners they each wore, I didn't know. But-in that moment-I knew Xiuhpilli had planned this with Mathias and Lheda from the beginning.
"Yaotl never had anything to do with this, did she?"
"Oh no, she tried to stop it. She does not believe in Tonani. But I am queen, and she is not."
"How did I not know about this?" I could read Lheda, even with blur from the copper bracelet she always wore, and Avis had been reading her cleanly for years. There was nothing in his mind about an arrangement with Xiuhpilli.
"The Cochi. The quiet. A method learned over the last three hundred years to keep secrets. The Yellows learned the Cochi as part of the arrangement. At first we gave them iron and the Cochi, in exchange for their support in the attack on Takla Maya. But when we learned of the hawk, we insisted she be transferred to us. Now we have the hawk and the tiger. Tonani is next."
It was bloody sneaky. Lheda had been keeping secrets with some Nakben method of silence, and not even Avis had known. We were as far down the hole as you get, and neither of us had had a clue. All along, she had planned for Khea to come to Nakbe, to be used as a sow for the next generation. I was just here for guarded transport, and I had done my job wonderfully.
My fists clenched in anger and I fought to keep control. "Let her go. She won't do it. Just let her go."
"Oh, Quetzalli."
A flick of the wrist landed me back on the floor, and I was dragged by my kicking feet towards the corridor and back to my stone restraints. The Shaker boy was already waiting to lock my wrists and didn't seem to mind my screaming complaints at the guards. It was over in a flash and I was back to the stone cuffs locked to the wall.
"Lark, what happened?" Micha asked first. I had no idea of even where to begin or what to tell them. I let it sink in for a moment and started telling the story.
"Khea's alive. They think she'll be the mother of the future Nakben tribes."
"What?! She's alive? Why can't you reach her?" I hadn't even considered before then that she was alive despite my attempts to reach her. What had they done to her?
"I don't know. I only saw her for a second." In that second she had still been devastatingly stunning despite the circumstances. I desperately hoped it wouldn't be the last I ever saw of her.
The weight of all my pain at losing her lifted immediately only to be replaced by the crushing fear that it would happen again. I was well on the verge of never seeing her again and getting myself sacrificed, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. The anger at the unfairness and the craziness and the helplessness began to surge up and boil over, but I was still locked in my stone embrace.
"What are they going to do with her?" The image of her with another man put my anger on edge, much less the thought of a man taking her without her consent. If I ever managed to get out of there, I would kill every one of them.
"I don't know. They wanted me to convince her to go through with it."
"What? That's sick."
"That's what I said."
"Why doesn't she just get out?" Micha asked. Of course he had thought of it first.
"I don't know. They must have done something to her. She just had ropes around her wrists. It's like she won't use her Spark. Or maybe she can't?"
"They can do that?"
"She said they had been breeding people to be able to block Readers. Maybe they figured out a way to go the other way, block people from using their Sparks." I was more thinking aloud than tapping into any sort of knowledge, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances.
"What are they going to do with us now?" Khasla asked after a few minutes of silence.
"I don't know. Kill us, I imagine." It seemed like it had always been the plan. We were only being spared for the time being to try to get me to convince Khea. Since that was never going to happen, it was probably just the end for us.
That night, in the dim light of the evening torch, the weight of all the day's events began to sink in. Khea was alive, but somehow unable to use her Spark. Xiuhpilli wanted to breed her with 'the tiger', whoever that was, to make a new queen. And I was locked in an underground cell with nothing to do to change any of it.
I slipped the ring off my finger so I could reach a thread out to Avis, hoping to show him what I'd learned about Lheda and warn him. When I found him, he was riding Pearl hard and thinking he would ride clean through the night to get away from Myxini. I showed him the only image I had of Khea, nearly falling to the ground but alive nonetheless.
He, too, was beyond relieved to know she had been alive all this time, but terrified of what her fate would be.
Will you come help us? I asked him silently.
There's nothing I can do. I knew it would take him weeks, even with the best of luck, to reach the far north of the islands. He would get here well over a month after this was all over. But it wasn't for a lack of concern. He seemed sick with sadness that the Nakbens were getting ready to attack Takla Maya and put Lheda into power again, that Khea would be tormented with her role in Nakbe's future, and that I would be killed. It was the culmination of everything he had worked to prevent, and it came at great personal cost. He loved me, just as he loved Khea, like his sister he had helped to raise, and he was about to lose us both.
With my wrists feeling much better since the bath, I pulled and tugged again, hoping the Shaker boy had done a poorer job the second time around. It seemed like they might be slipping out a bit, but without the light I couldn't see.
A few minutes later, my eyes must have adjusted to the dim flame, for surely it hadn't gotten any brighter, and I could see my wrists were, in fact, beginning to pull from stone. Rejuvenated by what little progress I had made, I began to pull in earnest.
"What are you doing?" Micha asked after the sounds of my exertion.
"I think I might be able to get out."
"How? What are you doing?"
"Just pulling my hands out." I sensed Micha thought I was started to lose it. We'd each tried to slip our hands through the stone restraints a few hundred times. If only I'd thought of that, came spilling down his thread.
Sure enough, my right hand was unleashed from the restraint after a lot of pulling and a serious amount of pain. My hands could've both been broken for all I cared, as long as I was free of the stone and able to get out to help Khea.
A minute later, my left wrist came out as well, and I moved both in small circles to stretch and marvel at my accomplishment and my freedom.
"Holy shit, you're really out!" Jhoma all but yelled, prompting a series of 'shushes' and 'shut the hell ups' from the others.
"Come get us out. Lark! Get us out!" I desperately wanted to help them, but I couldn't think of a way. I didn't have any tools, and I certainly wasn't a Shaker like Khea. I could only hope they would be locked there for a while longer until I could sort out a way to get them out.
"I'll come back as soon as I can. I promise," I said quickly before running into the corridor. I could hear their protests and shouts behind me, but I didn't want to be around to answer for it. For all I knew, I had just abandoned my friends in hopes of saving a girl I had been with for a few short weeks, and I might very well never see any of them again. If I didn't cut and make a run for it, I would never get to it. The decision was costly, but it was the only one my aching heart could make.
I had learned the way to the queen's room from the afternoon visit there, but that wasn't where I wanted to go. In fact, that was precisely the place I wanted to avoid, just in case there were permanent guards stationed there. I followed the path through the twisted corridors until I was close the white stone room with the jade bench, but this time I turned off to the left. Khea had been taken into a space on the opposite side of the room from where I entered earlier that day, and I hoped to pick up the corridor on the other side without actually going into the room.
My steps slowed as a pair of Nakben guards crossed the corridor. Hoping they hadn't heard me, I crouched down and hid against the wall; fortunately, they moved past without so much as a glance. I waited a few moments longer before continuing down the corridor.
I found the hallway I thought was the one Khea was probably taken through and followed it until it came to an intersection. There were three guards to the right, each with fairly impressive tattoo sleeves. Despite my attempt to rush back behind the wall, one saw me and signaled the others. They carried the spears that seemed to be standard equipment for the queen's guards and ran fast enough to cover the few dozen feet that separated us fairly quickly.
Standing in the space where the two narrow corridors crossed, I waited for them to approach. At just the last second, I darted back behind the corner and waited for them to make the awkward turn with their spears extended. The shafts were too long to make the turn in that position, so each had to lift the spear head almost to the ceiling and it was just enough of an opening to make a move.
I reached up and grabbed hold of one spear shaft as it was raised over my head, pulling my legs up and throwing them into the chest of the guard to my right. He dropped the shaft as he fell, and I swung it around to catch the middle guard on the back of his head. The third guard didn't stand a chance when the spear head caught him in the torso and passed through to the other side, making him sink to the floor rather calmly as the life drained from his eyes.
Before moving on, I broke the shaft of one of the spears down to a length of about two feet, just long enough to be easily handled in the narrow halls. Deciding that way was as good as any, I turned in the direction the three guards had come from. If there were guards down there, then there must be something worth guarding. I hoped it was Khea and continued moving, grasping the shortened spear shaft.
The corridor ended against a wall, splitting into a corridor to the right and left. Again there were guards on my left only a few steps away, though only a pair this time. One was quite large compared to the other, but the smaller one had more tattoos, easily identifying who I should concentrate on first. The larger guard saw me just as my spear stuck into the smaller guard's back, but I quickly pulled it out and blocked the larger guard's spear with my stunted spear shaft. He made a series of slices in the air in front of me, but one he made too large and ended with his spear head down by his knees. It was the opportunity to get my spear into his throat and slam him onto his back on the floor behind him.
I had navigated through the passages fairly quickly and put down any resistance faster than I would have thought. Could I even be that good? I wondered just how hard Avis had been pushing me all those years. My luck didn't last much longer though; I continued down the corridor and found myself in a room with more than a dozen guards.
It took only a moment for those who had spears resting against the wall to collect them and aim them in my general direction. Two flew through the air and I easily dodged, as if the wind pushed them away from me. The first wave of guards charged at me on foot; it took some quick maneuvering, but I managed to move past them. The following wave had four guards, but I just wasn't fast enough to block all their shots. A spear plunged into the meat of my calf and I let out a scream of pain. Distracted by the hit, I barely saw the flat of the spear head as it whirled towards me-then it all went black. Not again.