be part of the Arnath writing, because it appeared in my heart-verse. If it didnât appear in the Qilarite writing system, did that mean that learning the higher order symbols wouldnât help me read my heart-verse after all?
âDonât you like it?â Mati asked. âI know it isnât anything specialââ
âI love it,â I whispered quickly. I came so close to telling him about my father then, but I was afraid toâor maybe I didnât want to remind him how different we were.
Mati drew me closer and kissed my neck. âTell Laiyonea you found it on the beach,â he said, his words buzzing against my skin. âNo one will know what it really is but us.â
âWhat is it really?â I asked carefully. My skin seemed to dance up away from my bones, awaiting his answer.
He looked right into my eyes. I very nearly melted away into nothing. âIt means youâre mine, and Iâm yours, Raisa. It means I love you.â
I whispered it back, and smiled as he tugged my hair free of its braid and ran his fingers through it, his mouth bending to cover mine.
Mati had been coming to my room nearly every night during the dark Veilings. But after he gave me the stone, we were both eager for more time together, and so he risked the climb at the beginning of the next Shining too, when Gyotiaâs Lamp was not yet fully uncovered. That was probably why, five nights after Matiâs seventeenth birthday celebration, one of the guards saw a figure creeping along the wall and launched an arrow at him. The arrow missed, but Mati had to explain away the sprained wrist he got on his hurried climb to a hall window.
The next afternoon, Mati couldnât write because of his injury, so he hovered and distracted me by clicking his tongue at my sloppy strokes and generally making a nuisance of himself. I wished he would stop; I didnât like the suspicious looks Laiyonea kept shooting at his bandaged hand. Clearly she didnât believe his claim that heâd injured it during a sword-fighting lesson.
âEnough, Mati,â Laiyonea snapped, after he started flicking leaves at the asotis, causing them to gabble and shriek. âYou might behave a little more seriously, with an intruder on the palace walls last night.â
I dropped a splotch of ink on my list of the eighty-seven uses of the sunamara plant. âIntruder?â I squeaked. I had an image of Jonis on the outer walls with a knife in his teeth, before I remembered that it had been Mati climbing to my room.
Mati laughed. âFatherâs just worked up over nothing. The palace has been searched top to bottom. That guard was seeing things. Maybe it was a salamander.â
Laiyonea frowned. âYou know very well that your fatherdidnât imagine those attacks at the docks, or . . .â She pursed her lips. The fighting at the Temple of Lanea flashed through my mind.
Mati nodded, sobering. âI know, I know.â He sighed. âWell, once the western vizier fills up Fatherâs coffers with gold, he can hire all the mercenaries on the peninsula to clear them out.â His tone was bitter.
I frowned. Mati had made it sound like King Tyno needed Del Gamoâs money, but that couldnât be. After all, he was the king.
Laiyonea looked back and forth between us, her expression a mixture of pity and something else I couldnât nameâanger, maybe? But she didnât leave us alone in the Adytum that day.
All that happened upon the earth appeared in the scrolls of the gods. Sotia gathered the scrolls and built a great library upon the mountain to house them.
When first the other gods stepped inside the library, Gyotia scoffed at her efforts.
Aqil looked around in puzzlement. âWhat is this place?â he asked.
âIt is everything,â whispered Sotia.
TWELVE
QILARA HAD ONLY two seasons: Lilana, when soldiers praised Lila, goddess of war, for the fine, dry weather
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