The Godspeaker Trilogy (165 page)

Dexterity cleared his throat, he sounded cross. “I do wish you'd stop jabbering on so I can't understand a single word you say, Zandakar,” he complained. “Have you any idea how disconcerting it is?”

He had to smile at that. “Zho, Dexterity. When you save me from slave ship, you and Ursa, jabber jabber jabber.”

“Oh,” said Dexterity. The pale skin around his beard turned pink. “Yes. Well. Hmm.”

“What does he say?” said Vortka. “He sounds angry, is he angry? He should not dare. You are Zandakar warlord, you are the god's hammer, where is his respect, this godless Ethrea man?”

“Am I a warlord, Vortka? Am I the god's hammer? I think I am not, I think Dimmi is those things.” He released Vortka's shoulder. “And Dexterity is not godless, you must believe that.”

Vortka looked doubtful, then he sighed. “Have you ever lied to me, Zandakar? I think you have not. You say this man is not godless, I will believe you.”

It was a start, it was something, as Ursa would say. He felt a blade prick of new pain in his heart. “How is Dimmi, Vortka? How is Yuma? The god told me they are here in Jatharuj.”

“Aieee, tcha,” sighed Vortka. “I will tell you, but tell me first of these things you know and how you know them. Tell me of your life since we parted in Et-Raklion.”

“What's he saying?” said Dexterity. “ Tcha , I wish I'd asked you to teach me Mijaki while Helfred was teaching you Ethrean.”

As Vortka went to speak, Zandakar held up his hand to halt him and looked at Dexterity. “ Yatzhay . Vortka wants my Ethrea life.”

“And you want to tell him?” Dexterity looked alarmed. “Zandakar, you can't. That's – that's giving information to the enemy. And besides, it isn't as though we've unlimited time!”

He shrugged. “ Yatzhay , Dexterity. I must tell. He is Vortka. I wei hurt Rhian. I wei hurt Ethrea.”

Dexterity chewed at his lip, then nodded. Still he did not look happy. “Well, all right, but tell him quickly . Then tell him he must help you stop the Mijaki army from leaving Jatharuj.” He shuddered. “All those warships. God help us, Zandakar, even with an armada of vessels from every trading nation we don't stand a chance against your people.”

“ Zho ,” he told Dexterity, then turned again to Vortka, who was frowning to hear Dexterity's cross voice. “Do not look at him with your high godspeaker eyes, Vortka. He has been my good friend, he has saved me many times, he has fed me and clothed me, he has bound my wounds and protected me when men would strike me down. I was alone in Ethrea, Vortka, for a long time I did not hear the god. Did I want to live? I think I did not. Dexterity would not let me die, he fought for me when I was nothing to him, when I was a trouble that could have cost him his life.”

Vortka was staring at Dexterity, his face hard with disbelief. “Why would he do this?”

“Because he is a good man.”

“ Tcha !” said Vortka, he wore his terrible high godspeaker face. “This is a godless man, how can he be good?”

Zandakar closed his eyes. The stone scorpion pain was gone completely from his body, its poison had been pushed out of his blood to lie sticky on his skin. He could smell it beneath his Ethrea clothes, he could feel it on his flesh. Harmless now, for he had defeated that poison, he had won that battle.

Now here was another battle he must win.

“Dexterity is not godless, he is a man of power for his own god,” he told Vortka, stern as a warlord. “The god of Ethrea.”

“A false god,” said Vortka sharply. “A wicked thing to be destroyed. The god is the god, there can be no other.”

“Vortka…” He sighed. “The god spoke to me in Na'ha'leima, it told me I must stop the killing. You say it did not, I say you are wrong. Since Na'ha'leima have you heard the god, Vortka? Has the god told you things the empress does not want to hear?”

Now Vortka looked stricken. The high godspeaker pushed to his feet, he walked a little distance away. Zandakar tried to stand too, he needed Dexterity to help him. The pain was gone from his body but his bones were still weak.

“Vortka,” he said, insisting. “What does the god say?”

With his back turned, Vortka answered. “There was a desert, beyond Na'ha'leima, you remember?”

“Yes.”

“The warhost could not cross that desert, it was full of demons, every warrior died,” said Vortka. His voice was sad, remembering. His shoulders were not straight and proud, they slumped as though he was too old now to stand like a proud man. “I could not break it. I sacrificed without ceasing, I prayed until I could not speak, I prayed until I nearly died for lack of sleep and nourishment. It made no difference, the desert prevailed.”

“And yet you are in Icthia.”

Vortka turned slowly. “Because your mother broke the desert, Zandakar. Because she found the power to slay its demons. I could not do it, I could not think of such a thing, but your mother is Hekat. She is the god's empress. She thought, she acted, and the warhost crossed that desert. We crossed many godless lands, we smote them to their sinning knees, we came to Icthia.”

Zandakar heard his heart beating, he felt the sickness in his mouth. “Yuma gave the desert human blood.”

“How do you know this?” Vortka whispered.

He wanted to weep, there were tears in his eyes. I wanted this to be a lie, I wanted the Tzhung to be untruthful . “It does not matter. I know.”

“She drowned those desert demons in human blood, Zandakar,” said Vortka. His dark eyes were full of tears, too. “Five thousand slaves she sacrificed to the god.” A ripple of horror passed over his face. “So much blood. So much death. One by one she slit their throats, men, women and children, they all died by her will. When she was finished she was an empress of blood.”

Five thousand slaves …Zandakar heard the sound of protest in his throat, he felt the tiled floor tilt beneath him. He saw Lilit, he saw his dead son, he heard the cries of those doomed slaves. Yuma…Yuma…what have you done?

“Zandakar! What is it, what's wrong?”

He looked at the toymaker, feeling sick, feeling cold. “Is true, Dexterity. Yuma spills human blood.”

“You thought it wasn't true? You thought Emperor Han lied?” Then Dexterity shook his head, so sad. “No. You just hoped he did. Oh, Zandakar. I'm sorry.”

Vortka slapped him lightly. “What does the man of Ethrea say?”

“He is sorry for the dead slaves. He is sorry for me.”

“Tcha,” said Vortka, he was still not convinced Dexterity was a friend.

“Vortka…” With an effort he thrust his sorrow aside. “Did you say Yuma should do this? Do you say this is a good thing?”

Vortka looked away. “No.”

“Then why did you let her kill five thousand slaves?”

“She is the empress,” said Vortka bleakly. “She is the god's chosen, she dwells in its eye.”

And you love her, you love my mother. Are you afraid of her also? Do you fear what she does? Do you fear she will kill you if you do not obey?

“Vortka…” He took the high godspeaker's hands in his own. They were cold, they were thin, they were an old man's hands. “You are Mijak's high godspeaker. What does the god say? Does it want human blood?”

Vortka looked shaken and uncertain, no high godspeaker, just a man. “I have made a godpool in this godhouse of jatharuj,” he whispered. “I swam in the sacred blood. The god said no more human sacrifice . It told me this clearly, Zandakar, I heard its voice in my heart.”

“And you told the empress? What does she say?”

Vortka's face crumpled. “I told the empress, she will not listen.”

Aieee, god, the pain in him. Yuma, Yuma, are you lost?

“We are becalmed in Icthia,” said Vortka, unsteady with distress. “There are trade winds, they do not blow, the warhost cannot sail into the world. Hekat says this is demon doing. This highsun she killed the last living slaves in Jatharuj. The demons weaken but still they defy her. She has sent beyond Jatharuj for more slaves to kill. Zandakar, she has sent for ten thousand, she says she will spill their blood to destroy the demons and make the trade winds return.”

“What?” said Dexterity. He was watching their faces. “Zandakar! What's happened now?”

He answered Dexterity, he did not turn from Vortka. “Yuma sends for slaves to kill. I think you say…ten thousand. For trade winds.”

“Dear God,” said Dexterity faintly. “She can't. She can't kill so many.”

“ Zho , Dexterity. She can.”

The tears in Vortka's eyes began sliding down his face. “Zandakar, she does not hear me, she hears only the god. But how can the god tell her to spill human blood and tell me the spilling of human blood must end?”

“The god told me to stop killing in Na'ha'leima,” he replied. “It did not tell Dimmi, or you, or the empress. You said in Et-Raklion I was sinning, I did not hear the god. Are you sinning in Jatharuj, Vortka?”

Vortka shook his head slowly. “I heard the god, Zandakar. Only the god can speak in the godpool.”

“Has it ever before told you one thing and Hekat another?”

As though the air was burning, Vortka breathed in with care. “No. For its own purpose Hekat and I are godchosen, when we were young in the world the god stung us to its service. We have not always walked its path together but we have always walked its path.” His face twisted with deeper pain. “Until now. Since that desert beyond Na'ha'leima, since those five thousand sacrificed slaves—” His voice broke, his eyes were grieving.

Dexterity cleared his throat. “Zandakar? Can't this Vortka stop your mother? What kind of a priest is he if he can't—”

“ Tcha ! Jabber jabber, you wei understand!” He punched his chest. “Vortka wei stop, Vortka hurt for this, zho ?”

“You're right,” said Dexterity, contrite. “He does look distressed. Is there something I can do?”

Aieee, god, Dexterity. The Ethrean toymaker. He would mend the world if somebody asked him.

“What are the words of this Ethrea man?” said Vortka, frowning. “He speaks my name, what does he say?”

“He says you are right, Vortka, he says Yuma is wrong,” he said. “He says the god does not want this killing.”

That made Vortka's eyes open wide. “This is a godless man, he cannot speak for the god!”

“Vortka…” Zandakar closed his fingers around the high godspeaker's frail wrist. “I have seen things, you must trust in my eyes.”

Vortka pulled back. “I think you have seen demons, the godless world is full of demons, Zandakar, you – aieee, the god see me !”

Zandakar turned, to see Dexterity burning.

“Vortka high godspeaker, the god's voice in Mijak, listen closely, your great time has come.”

“What is this?” said Vortka, his voice strangled in his throat. “He speaks as a Mijaki, you said he does not know our tongue.”

“ I speak for the god, Vortka, in the tongue the god gives me ,” said burning Dexterity, the bright flames curling round his untouched flesh.

“Aieee, Zandakar, how can this be?” cried Vortka. “He burns in fire, he is not consumed!”

“ You swim in the godpool, Vortka ,” said Dexterity. “ You lie in the wilderness with a blanket of scorpions. You are high godspeaker, the god's power is in you, when you breathe upon a sacrificed lamb it goes to the god. You are the god's chosen, it chooses you to live in the godpool, to live in the wilderness, to find its secret in the wilderness. It stings you with scorpions yet you do not die. The god can choose anyone when it wishes to speak .”

“Vortka?” said Zandakar. The high godspeaker looked near to fainting with shock. “Do you know what he means?”

“He cannot know these things,” said Vortka, shaking his head. His godbells shivered, sounding his dismay. “This is a godless man, he is not Mijaki, his people are slaves, he—”

“ I can know what the god chooses to tell me ,” said Dexterity. “ The god is the god, it is the world, it is Mijak. You are high godspeaker, Vortka. Do you hear the god?”

“Answer, Vortka,” said Zandakar. “Dexterity will not hurt you.”

At first he thought Vortka would not speak, he thought Vortka might be over-ruled by fear. And then the high godspeaker stepped forward, his head high, his silver godbraids – aieee, so silver! – chiming softly, lit to brightness by the flames.

“The god speaks to me in the godpool,” Vortka said proudly. “It speaks to me in sacrifice, it speaks in my heart. It chose me in the scorpion pit, the others died and I did not.”

Dexterity nodded, his crown of flames dancing. “ The others died, they were not chosen, you were chosen by the god .”

“I am Vortka high godspeaker. Tell me, who are you?”

“Let me show you,” said Dexterity, and wrapped Vortka in flames.

Zandakar tried to cry out, his voice was stopped in his throat. Dexterity held Vortka in his burning arms, he held the high godspeaker as a mother holds her child, he held him tenderly, he pressed Vortka to his chest. The flames of Ethrea's god surrounded them, they were men of fire, they lived in flame.

Unlike Marlan, Vortka did not die.

When he saw this, Zandakar breathed less painfully, his thundering blood began to ease.

Aieee, god, how you frighten me, how you tear me to pieces with scorpion fear.

For so long Dexterity stood there burning, burning Vortka standing with him. The world was this chamber, there was nothing beyond its closed door. No Yuma, no Dimmi, no Mijak, no warhost. There was no ocean, Sun-dao did not wait. Rhian did not worry, Alasdair king did not gloat.

The whole world is nothing but two good men, burning. When the god breathes on them the world will return.

He did not know how long he stood there, watching Dexterity and Vortka burn. The light from them was blinding, it did not hurt his eyes. Their flames did not touch one thing in the room, no godspeakers came running to see their high godspeaker on fire.

Then Dexterity released Vortka, he stepped back with his arms spread wide. The flames wreathing Vortka flickered, flickered and died. He was unharmed, he seemed at peace, but there were fresh tears upon his face.

“ Vortka high godspeaker, I have shown you the truth ,” said Dexterity, still burning. “ The dreadful truth is in you, all lies are burned away .”

“Yes,” murmured Vortka, dazed. “I know the truth now. I know in my heart what I must do.”