laid a grandson at my feet years ago.”
“Yes, sir,” said Kta quietly.
“You cannot mourn the dead forever; and I wish you would make some choice for yourself, so that I would know how to please you. If there is any young woman of the Families who has touched your heart—”
Kta shrugged, looking at the floor.
“Perhaps,” his father suggested gently, “the daughters of Rasim or of Irain ...”
“Tai t’Isulan,—” said Kta.
“A lovely child,” said Ptas, “and she will be a fine lady.”
Again Kta shrugged. “A child, indeed. But I do at least know her, and I think I would not be unpleasing to her.”
“She is—what?—seventeen?” asked Nym, and when Kta agreed: “Isulan is a fine religious house. I will think on it and perhaps I will talk with Ban t’Isulan, if in several days you still think the same.—My son, I am sorry to bring this matter upon you so suddenly, but you are my only son, and these are sudden times. Ptas, pour some telise. ”
She did so. The first few sips were drunk in silence. This was proper. Then Nym sighed softly.
“Home is very sweet, wife. May we abide as we are tonight.”
“May it be so,” reverently echoed Ptas, and Kta did the same.
“The matter in council,” said Ptas then. “What was decided?”
Nym frowned and stared at nothing in particular. “T’Uset is not here to bring peace, only more demands of the Methi Ylith. Djan-methi was not in the Upei today; it did not seem wise. And I suspect—” His eyes wandered to Kurt, estimating; and Kurt’s face went hot. Suddenly he gathered himself to leave, but Nym forbade that with a move of his hand, and he settled again, bowing low and not meeting Nym’s eyes.
“Our words could offend you,” said Nym. “I pray not.”
“I have learned,” said Kurt, “how little welcome my people have made for themselves among you.”
“Friend of my son,” said Nym gently, “your wise and peaceful attitude is an ornament to this house. I will not affront you by repeating t’Uset’s words. Reason with him proved impossible: the Indras of the mother city hate humans, and they will not negotiate with Djan-methi. And that is not the end of our troubles.” His eyes sought Ptas. “T’Tefur created bitter discussion, even before t’Uset was seated, demanding we not permit him to be present during the Invocation.”
“Light of heaven,” murmured Ptas. “In t’Uset’s hearing?”
“He was at the door.”
“We met the younger t’Tefur today,” said Kta. “There were no words, but his manner was deliberate and provocative, aimed at Kurt.”
“Is it so?” said Nym, concerned, and with a glance at Kurt: “Do not fall into his hands. Do not place yourself where you can become a cause, our friend.”
“I am warned,” said Kurt.
“Today,” said Nym, “there was a curse spoken between the house of Tefur and the house of Elas, before the Upei, and we must all be on our guard. T’Tefur blasphemed, shouting down the Invocation, and I answered him as his behavior deserved. He calls it treason, that when we pray we still call on the name of Indresul the shining. This he said in t’Uset’s hearing.”
“And for the likes of this,” said lady Ptas, “we must endure to be cursed from the hearthfire of Elas-in-Indresul, and have our name pronounced annually in infamy at the Shrine of Man.”
“Mother,” said Kta, bowing low, “not all Sufaki feel so. Bel would not feel this way. He would not.”
“T’Tefur’s number is growing,” said Ptas, “that he dares to stand in the Upei and say such a thing.”
Kurt looked from one to the other in bewilderment. It was Nym who undertook to explain to him. “We are Indras. A thousand years ago Nai-methi of Indresul launched colonies toward the Isles, south of this shore, then laid the foundations of Nephane as a fortress to guard the coast from Sufaki pirates. He destroyed Chteftikan, the capital of the Sufaki kingdom, and Indras colonists
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