to run to the door. I fell down.â The others related similar experiences, of sudden paralysis, landings behind desks or next to wavering doors. âWe lay there helpless, all of us, unable to even focus our eyes. And we listened. â
What they heard, after an hour or so, was a single set of footsteps. They moved smoothly from room to room, up stairs and down, not as if seeking anything, but as though whoever walked were taking inventoryâcommitting every passage and chamber of Liris to memory. Eventually, they came to a stop. Silence returned.
The paralysis faded near dawn. Odess rose, retched miserably for a few minutes, and thenâtremblingâcrept in the direction those footsteps had taken. As he went he saw others emerging from their rooms, or rising from where they had fallen in mid-walk. They converged on the place where the footsteps had halted: in the cherry tree courtyard.
âAnd there she sat,â said Odess, âexactly as she sits these days, with the same damned smile and the same damned air of superiority. The botanist. Our conqueror.â
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âAnd no one has challenged her?â Venera barked a laugh of disbelief. âYou fear reprisals, is that it?â
Odess shrugged. âShe ended the war, and under her leadership the cherries bloom. Who else are we going to have lead us?â
Venera scowled at her cards. A pulse of pain shot up her jaw. âI thought you were a meritocracy.â
âAnd so we are. And she is the best botanist we have ever had.â
âWhat happened to the one she replaced?â
They exchanged glances. âWe donât know,â confessed Eilen. âHe disappeared the day Margit came.â
Venera discarded one card and took another from the deck. The others did the same, then she fanned out her hand. âI win.â
Odess grimaced and began to shuffle.
âShe came to me last night,â said Venera. She had decided that she needed information more than discretion at this point. âMargit was pleased with the work I did.â Odess snorted; Venera ignored him and continued. âShe had a proposal.â
She told them about Margitâs idea of an extended trade expedition into the principalities. As she did, Venera watched all movement around the table stop. Even Odessâs practiced hand ceased its fanning of the cards. They were all staring at her.
âWhat?â She glanced around defensively. âDoes this violate some ancient taboo?âIâm sure; everything else does. Or is it something youâve been trying to get done for years, and now youâre mad that the newcomer has achieved it?â
Eilen looked down. âItâs been tried before,â she said in a quiet voice.
âYou must understand,â said Odess; then he fell silent. Knitting his brows, he started furiously shuffling.
âWhat?â Now Venera was seriously alarmed. âWhatâs wrong?â
âTo travel outside Spyreâ¦is not done,â said Odess reluctantly. âNot without safeguards to guarantee oneâs return. Hostages, if one is marriedâ¦but youâre not.â
Venera was disgusted. âThe pillboxes, the guns, and razor wireâthey really arenât to keep people out, are they? Theyâre to keep them in.â
âYes, but you see if Margit is willing to send you out despite you having no ties here, no hostages, or anything she could hold over youâ¦then sheâs obviously willing to try it again,â said Odess. He slammed the deck down on the table, kicked his chair back, and walked away. Venera watched him go in startled amazement.
The soldiers were standing too, not making eye contact with anyone.
Venera pinned Eilen with her gaze. âTry what ?â
The woman sighed deeply. âMargit is a master of chemistry and biology,â she said. âThatâs why she is the botanist. Three years ago she conceived the idea of sending an
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