The Diviner (34 page)

“
A
qq Allim, my friend!” Alessid rose to welcome his kinsman into his private maqtabba. “What brings you all the way here from Dayira Azreyq?”

Allim grinned. “The squalling of my newborn son. I swear to you, I was three days out to sea before the echoes faded and I could finally get some sleep.” Tall and handsome like all the al-Ma'aliq men, he could have passed for the younger brother Alessid had named him. Only the cleft in his rounded chin was anomalous to their family, legacy of his late grandmother, Sheyqa Nizzira.

“My congratulations to his mother and to you—and to Oushta Sayyida. How fares she?”

Alessid served qawah with his own hands and settled with his cousin on piled pillows. He had two offices; this one inside the palace had a proper work table and chairs but also carpets and cushions to remind those who came here of his youth in the wilderness. The other maqtabba was a tent in the palace's vast gardens, where he met with the Za'aba Izim. In it, there were no reminders of the city.

“The name of al-Ma'aliq was enough to conciliate the northern tribes,” Allim said. “They trust us, as they did not trust Nizzira. I am glad to report that Rimmal Madar knows a peace such as has not been known within living memory.”

“This pleases me greatly,” Alessid replied, nodding. Sheyqa Sayyida was a shrewd woman; the qabda'ans had been thinking of the immediate problem of Tza'ab Rih when they invited her to succeed her grandmother, but Sayyida had much more to offer with her al-Ma'aliq heritage. Peace with Alessid, to be sure—that was what the qabda'ans had wanted, and they got it. But there was peace with mettlesome northern tribes as well. Now both Rimmal Madar and Tza'ab Rih were free of disputes, free to thrive. Trade had doubled and tripled in the last two years, and everyone was growing very rich.

Allim sipped his qawah and suggested, “I would imagine you find the al-Ma'aliq name almost as helpful as my mother does? True, here it does not have the same long history as in Rimmal Madar, but your father was greatly loved, and his memory is yet green.”

Alessid made the required smile and nod: the former for the pun on his father's nickname, the latter for the compliment. Allim then hesitated, as if about to lead into the topic he had come across the sea to discuss. But Alessid wanted to hear more about Rimmal Madar first—because he had a very good idea of what Sayyida had sent Allim to ask.

So he diverted the conversation by saying, “But have I heard something about your mother's kin?”

Allim grimaced. “Chaydann al-Mamnoua'a has afflicted my mother with twenty-nine pestilences who are most unfortunately related to her by blood. I would not honor them with the term
kin
.”

Of the fifty offspring of Nizzira al-Ammarizzad, children and grandchildren, one sat on the Moonrise Throne. Sixteen were dead of various causes: war against the northern tribes, illness, accident, suicide—including poetic Reihan. The others who had been with Reihan lived in seclusion far from the court. That left twenty-nine relatives of Sheyqa Sayyida to plague her.

“My own mother is a gentle, quiet woman,” Allim continued, “who wishes only to tend her family and her country in peace.”

“Admirable.” Though it was of course a bald-faced lie; Sayyida would not have survived to inherit the Moonrise Throne had she been gentle and quiet.

“In fact—”

Ayia, here it was.

“—deeply as my mother loves my father, she often laments that he is not the kind of man who can rule a family the size of ours.” Another grimace. “Three of my brothers married al-Ammarizzad. They are quite despicably prolific.”

Sayyida had used those marriages to ensure her own survival in the years before her grandmother's death. Presumably the time was not yet propitious for divorces, or perhaps the young men had grown fond of the ladies and Sayyida did not wish to make her sons unhappy and therefore dangerous. Alessid understood perfectly, however, that because the Sheyqa was without daughters of her own, daughters-in-law were the only candidates for the succession until granddaughters came of age. Another al-Ammarizzad ruling Rimmal Madar? Unthinkable. And unnecessary.

“With so many to be ruled,” mused Alessid, “it would be troublesome for even the cleverest man. More qawah?”

“Thank you. My mother,” Allim persisted, “to be quite frank, envies you your daughters.”

“And she wants to marry one of her sons to one of them, so that her grandchildren are doubly al-Ma'aliq—and have Tza'ab Rih doubly for an ally.”

Allim's jaw dropped a little. Alessid smiled.

“Ayia, my friend and brother, it was not so very hard to guess. Sayyida is an astute woman. It is as well that you have no sisters, for I have no sons to send—one of them was divorced and no woman wants another woman's leavings. My other son is happily married, with two children, and I would have every Azwadh in the country at my throat were I even to hint at a divorce from their adored Black Rose.”

Allim had recovered and said feelingly, for he had met the lady on a previous visit, “Any man who asked a divorce of Ka'arli Azwadh would be too stupid to find his own nose in a mirror.”

“Besides this, Oushta Sayyida requires an intelligent young woman who can keep her informed.”

“That is precisely her thinking. Would you consider it?”

Alessid pretended to do so, from politeness. At length he shook his head. “Ra'abi is the only one of an age to marry. Jemilha is but thirteen, Za'arifa ten, and Mairid only two. But I believe that even Ra'abi is too young to leave her home and marry a man she has never met and live in a place strange to her.”

“My brother Zaqir would of course come to Hazganni, so that she may see him before any betrothal is contemplated.” Blandly, he added, “It may be advisable for him to linger here. . .perhaps for several years.”

Alessid nodded with equal composure. Sayyida had waited many patient years to become Sheyqa of Rimmal Madar; all her sons presumably also knew how to wait. Allim, however, seemed determined to make sure one of his brothers did his waiting a long, long way from home.

“Zaqir is the youngest,” Allim went on, “and—though our mother pretends otherwise—quite her favorite.”

A tidy way of saying that Sayyida was already disposed to look upon this son's daughters more favorably than the others.

Alessid mused, “I would actually consider sending her to Rimmal Madar, much as I would miss her—” He hid a grin as Allim's eyebrows twitched. “—but for one thing. The Sheyqa Mirzah is Shagara. Though special leave was given for my sons and daughters to be called by my own name, they remain Shagara in all that matters.” Especially in the matter of the daughters who might bear Haddiyat sons. He had not the slightest intention of gifting his dear cousin, friend, and fellow al-Ma'aliq Sayyida with Shagara magic in the form of one of Ra'abi's sons. “In that tribe, it is the men who marry outside the tents, not the women.”

“I am aware of this oddity,” Allim answered. “But as an exception has been made in the name they bear, surely a similar exception—”

Alessid shook his head. “I am sorry, but this is impossible. I greatly desire an even closer connection with Rimmal Madar. But my wife would divorce me if I sent him one of our daughters.”

“Divorce? Surely not! You have made her Sheyqa of Tza'ab Rih!”

“A task at which she excels. But she would be just as happy returning to her tent, and her family, and the ways of the Shagara.”

Allim set down his cup. “So if this marriage is to occur, Zaqir must come to live in Tza'ab Rih.” He actually managed to sound reluctant.

“Yes. And his children would be called al-Ma'aliq—
without
the al-Ammarizzad.”

Allim's lips quirked in amusement, and it was Acuyib's honest truth that came from his lips as he said, “He would not mind. He loathed our late unlamented grandmother even more than I did. Ayia, when I return home, I will tell my mother all this—and Zaqir, too. I think they will agree. The Sheyqa desires this marriage.”

Alessid nodded. He knew that Sayyida had in fact told Allim not to return without a firm commitment: The sons of Azzad's agents in Rimmal Madar were now working for Alessid.

“Aqq Alessid, you have not asked what kind of man Zaqir is, or whether he would suit Ra'abi.” Allim's eyes had narrowed slightly, but there was a gleam of humor in them—as if he knew very well that Alessid already possessed more, and more intimate, information about his brother Zaqir than did their own mother.

Alessid pretended to consider. “She will not be shy about stating her views. If he believes talking is important in a woman, he is either extremely wise or an absolute idiot. If the former, Ra'abi would admire him. If the latter—” He grinned suddenly. “—she would most likely slay him.”

“Ah. I begin to wish I was not myself married.”

Alessid smiled. “More qawah?”

 

“Would that we marry off the other girls so easily—and so exaltedly,” Alessid told his wife that evening.

Mirzah made no answer. She had put Mairid to bed and now sat on a couch upholstered in sky-blue silk, a basket of mending at her feet and one of Jemilha's tunics in her lap. Alessid watched her needle skim in and out of the soft green fabric, taking almost invisible stitches with the speed of long practice.

Perhaps Sayyida had pretended to be a sweet, gentle, useless woman who preferred to sit, and sew, and ignore the larger world. Mirzah would never have done so, not even to ensure her own survival. Shagara women did not pretend meek deference. Earlier, Mirzah had described the arrival of the forty Tallib women whose turn it was to guest in the palace and her plans for their stay. Each tribe was invited to send their most important women for a month in spring or autumn, when the weather was most pleasant and it was easiest to travel. The visits were Mirzah's idea, as were the small gatherings at which the women of Hazganni met and talked with the women of the tribes—and found that despite differences in their everyday lives they had much in common. Mirzah's next project would be to take groups out to a special encampment the Azwadh had volunteered to raise near the city, so that women who lived in houses could see how their sisters lived in tents.

The forging of a united country was not accomplished solely through the fellowship of men in war. Eventually there would be hundreds of marriages among tribes and townsfolk, and by the time the grandchildren were born, the people of Tza'ab Rih would think of themselves as
one
people, not many.