Granddaughter, he said, and the titters stopped. The silence was heavy enough to hold in my hand. He was head of the Arameri family, and his word was law. No one had expected him to acknowledge me as kin, least of all myself.

Stand, he said. Let me have a look at you.

I did, reclaiming my knife since no one had taken it. There was more silence. I am not very interesting to look at. It might have been different if I had gotten the traits of my two peoples in a better combinationAmn height with Darre curves, perhaps, or thick straight Darre hair colored Amn-pale. I have Amn eyes: faded green in color, more unnerving than pretty. Otherwise, I am short and flat and brown as forestwood, and my hair is a curled mess. Because I find it unmanageable otherwise, I wear it short. I am sometimes mistaken for a boy.

As the silence wore on, I saw Dekarta frown. There was an odd sort of marking on his forehead, I noticed: a perfect circle of black, as if someone had dipped a coin in ink and pressed it to his flesh. On either side of this was a thick chevron, bracketing the circle.

You look nothing like her, he said at last. But I suppose that is just as well. Viraine?

This last was directed at a man who stood among the courtiers closest to the throne. For an instant I thought he was another elder, then I realized my error: though his hair was stark white, he was only somewhere in his fourth decade. He, too, bore a forehead mark, though his was less elaborate than Dekartas: just the black circle.

Shes not hopeless, he said, folding his arms. Nothing to be done about her looks; I doubt even makeup will help. But put her in civilized attire and she can convey nobility, at least. His eyes narrowed, taking me apart by degrees. My best Darren clothing, a long vest of white civvetfur and calf-length leggings, earned me a sigh. (I had gotten the odd look for this outfit at the Salon, but I hadnt realized it was that bad.) He examined my face so long that I wondered if I should show my teeth.

Instead he smiled, showing his. Her mother has trained her. Look how she shows no fear or resentment, even now.

She will do, then, said Dekarta.

Do for what, Grandfather? I asked. The weight in the room grew heavier, expectant, though he had already named me granddaughter. There was a certain risk involved in my daring to address him the same familiar way, of coursepowerful men are touchy over odd things. But my mother had indeed trained me well, and I knew it was worth the risk to establish myself in the courts eyes.

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Dekarta Arameris face did not change; I could not read it. For my heir, Granddaughter. I intend to name you to that position today.

The silence turned to stone as hard as my grandfathers chair.

I thought he might be joking, but no one laughed. That was what made me believe him at last: the utter shock and horror on the faces of the courtiers as they stared at their lord. Except the one called Viraine. He watched me.

It came to me that some response was expected.

You already have heirs, I said.

Not as diplomatic as she could be, Viraine said in a dry tone.

Dekarta ignored this. It is true, there are two other candidates, he said to me. My niece and nephew, Scimina and Relad. Your cousins, once removed.

I had heard of them, of course; everyone had. Rumor constantly made one or the other heir, though no one knew for certain which. Both was something that had not occurred to me.

If I may suggest, Grandfather, I said carefully, though it was impossible to be careful in this conversation, I would make two heirs too many.

It was the eyes that made Dekarta seem so old, I would realize much later. I had no idea what color they had originally been; age had bleached and filmed them to near-white. There were lifetimes in those eyes, none of them happy.

Indeed, he said. But just enough for an interesting competition, I think.

I dont understand, Grandfather.

He lifted his hand in a gesture that would have been graceful, once. Now his hand shook badly. It is very simple. I have named three heirs. One of you will actually manage to succeed me. The other two will doubtless kill each other or be killed by the victor. As for which lives, and which die He shrugged. That is for you to decide.

My mother had taught me never to show fear, but emotions will not be stilled so easily. I began to sweat. I have been the target of an assassination attempt only once in my lifethe benefit of being heir to such a tiny, impoverished nation. No one wanted my job. But now there would be two others who did. Lord Relad and Lady Scimina were wealthy and powerful beyond my wildest dreams. They had spent their whole lives striving against each other toward the goal of ruling the world. And here came I, unknown, with no resources and few friends, into the fray.

There will be no decision, I said. To my credit, my voice did not shake. And no contest. They will kill me at once and turn their attention back to each other.




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