him,â Mati went on. âHe thinks theyâre taunting him.â
âWhy . . . why did they give it to him?â
Mati paused, and I realized that I was rubbing my wrists again. I stilled my hands in my lap.
âThey . . . want him to send raiders to the Nath Tarin,â said Mati. âThey think itâll be a message to the Resistance.â
I stared at him in horror. Did Jonis have any idea what he and his people had done?
Mati swallowed. âHe wonât do it, though. He says itâs . . .â He squeezed his eyes shut. âWasteful. That there are . . . plenty of slaves here, and cheaper too. That breeding slaves here is more . . . economical. And he canât spare the men, with things so tense on the Emtirian border.â
He looked so miserable that I took his hand. âBut heâs not sending them,â I whispered. âThatâs the important thing.â
He sighed, and we sat there in thoughtful silence until he said soberly, âWho gave you the quill?â
I tensed at his toneâdid he suspect something? âI donât know. Laiyonea thinks it was Rale or one of the priests, playing some kind of joke.â Sheâd said so when weâd gotten back to our sitting room, right after sheâd said how stupid Mati had been to criticize the soldiers in front of his father.
Mati was silent. My stomach dropped a littleâand then I realized what my own paranoia had been keeping me from seeing. âMati,â I said slowly, âare you . . . jealous?â
âNo!â said Mati at once. But he looked away awkwardly and leaned back on the bed. I stared at him until he finally sighed. âYes,â he said. â I want to be able to give you gifts.â
âBut I canât give you anything either.â I leaned over to kiss him. âBesides, you already gave me you.â I nestled beside him, resting my head on his arm.
He winced. Remembering how his father had gripped him, I lifted his sleeve. Bruises blossomed on his upper armâone ugly purplish-black mark for each finger. I kissed each one, thinking how different he and his father were, and how much better a king Mati would be because of that.
The next morning, Laiyonea told me that Mati was sitting in on an important negotiation with his father, and went to join them. She had me working on the life symbol with all its variants again; I was still struggling with it. Mati arrived in the Adytum an hour later, grinning giddily.
âAre the negotiations going well?â I asked as he put his arms around me. I didnât really care. I just wanted to hear his voice.
âWell enough,â he said absently. âI have something for you.â He blushed as he held up a small, flat beige stone, irregularly shaped, with a leather thong threaded through a hole at one end. âIt isnât much, but I thought it was pretty. I found it this morning on the beach and I decided to make a necklace for you.â He laid it in my hand, and I saw faint lines etched into one of the flat surfaces, lines that might have been deeper once, but had long since been made smooth by the ocean current. Mati ran one finger over the rock, then took my hand and sketched a shape into my palm. âIt almost looks like a symbol. Itâs nonsense though. I donât know why, but it made me think of you.â
I had to hold the stone right up to my eye to see the lines. Ialmost dropped it when I made out the shapeâthree wavy lines joined by a straight one. Sa. The first symbol of my heart-verse, which I had yet to find in the language of the gods. The second part of my name, as my father taught me to write it so long ago. It was a sound, but also a word unto itself: light of wisdom.
Mati didnât recognize the symbolâhad said it was nonsense. It didnât mean sa to him; it didnât mean anything to him. Which meant that it couldnât be a higher order symbol.
It had to
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