that half my family wants to kill you and the other half couldn’t care less if the first half did. I assume Shahar told you everything?”
She didn’t take the bait, damn her, keeping her gaze downcast. “Yes. My condolences on your loss of immortality, Lord Sieh.”
Bitch.
I scowled and folded my arms. “It’s not
lost
; it’s just mislaid for a while, and I am still a god whether I live forever or die tomorrow.” But now I sounded petulant. She was manipulating me, and I was a fool for letting her do it. I went to the windows, turning my back on them to hide my annoyance. “Oh, get up. I hate pointless formality, or false humility, whichever this is. What’s your name, and what do you want?”
There was a whisper of cloth as they rose. “I am Remath Arameri,” the lady said, “and I want only to welcome you back to Sky — as an honored guest, of course. We will extend you every courtesy, and I have already set the scrivener corps to the task of researching your … condition. There may be little we mortals can do that the gods haven’t already attempted, but if we learn anything, we will share it with you, naturally.”
“Naturally,” I said, “since if you can figure out how it happenedto me, you might be able to do it to any god who threatens you.”
I was pleased that she did not attempt to deny it. “I would be remiss in my duties if I didn’t try, Lord Sieh.”
“Yes, yes.” I frowned as something she’d mentioned caught my attention. “Scrivener
corps
? You mean the First Scrivener and his assistants?”
“The mortal world has changed since you last spent time among us, Lord Sieh,” she said. A nice touch, that, making my centuries of slavery sound like a vacation. “As you might imagine, the loss of the Enefadeh — of your magic — was a great blow to our efforts to maintain order and prosperity in the world. It became necessary that we assume greater control over all the scriveners that the Litaria produces.”
“So you have an army of scriveners, in other words. To go with your more conventional army?” I hadn’t paid attention to the mortal realm since T’vril’s death, but I knew he’d been working on that.
“The Hundred Thousand Legions.” She did not smile — I got the impression she didn’t do that often — but there was a hint of wry irony in her voice. “There aren’t really a hundred thousand, of course. It just sounds impressive that way.”
“Of course.” I had forgotten what a pain it was, dealing with Arameri family heads. “So what do you
really
want? Because I highly doubt you’re actually glad to have me here.”
She did not dissemble, either, which I liked. “I’m neither glad nor displeased, Lord Sieh — though, yes, your presence does serve several useful purposes to the family.” There was a pause, perhaps while she waited to see my reaction. I did wonder whythe Arameri could possibly want me around, but I imagined that would become clear soon enough. “To that end, I have informed Morad, our palace steward, to ensure that all your material needs are met while you’re here.”
“It would be my honor and pleasure, Lord Sieh.” This from the black-haired woman. “We could begin with a wardrobe.”
I snorted in amusement, liking her already. “Of course.”
Remath continued. “I have also informed my daughter Shahar that you are now her primary responsibility. For the duration of your time here in Sky, she is to obey you as she would me and see to your comfort at any cost.”
Wait. I frowned, turning back to Remath at last. The expression on Remath’s face — or rather, the intent lack of expression — made it clear that she knew full well what she had just done. The shocked look that Shahar threw at her back confirmed it.
“Let me be sure I understand you,” I said slowly. “You’re offering me
your daughter
to do with as I please.” I glanced at Shahar again, who was beginning to look murderous. “What if it pleases
She didn’t take the bait, damn her, keeping her gaze downcast. “Yes. My condolences on your loss of immortality, Lord Sieh.”
Bitch.
I scowled and folded my arms. “It’s not
lost
; it’s just mislaid for a while, and I am still a god whether I live forever or die tomorrow.” But now I sounded petulant. She was manipulating me, and I was a fool for letting her do it. I went to the windows, turning my back on them to hide my annoyance. “Oh, get up. I hate pointless formality, or false humility, whichever this is. What’s your name, and what do you want?”
There was a whisper of cloth as they rose. “I am Remath Arameri,” the lady said, “and I want only to welcome you back to Sky — as an honored guest, of course. We will extend you every courtesy, and I have already set the scrivener corps to the task of researching your … condition. There may be little we mortals can do that the gods haven’t already attempted, but if we learn anything, we will share it with you, naturally.”
“Naturally,” I said, “since if you can figure out how it happenedto me, you might be able to do it to any god who threatens you.”
I was pleased that she did not attempt to deny it. “I would be remiss in my duties if I didn’t try, Lord Sieh.”
“Yes, yes.” I frowned as something she’d mentioned caught my attention. “Scrivener
corps
? You mean the First Scrivener and his assistants?”
“The mortal world has changed since you last spent time among us, Lord Sieh,” she said. A nice touch, that, making my centuries of slavery sound like a vacation. “As you might imagine, the loss of the Enefadeh — of your magic — was a great blow to our efforts to maintain order and prosperity in the world. It became necessary that we assume greater control over all the scriveners that the Litaria produces.”
“So you have an army of scriveners, in other words. To go with your more conventional army?” I hadn’t paid attention to the mortal realm since T’vril’s death, but I knew he’d been working on that.
“The Hundred Thousand Legions.” She did not smile — I got the impression she didn’t do that often — but there was a hint of wry irony in her voice. “There aren’t really a hundred thousand, of course. It just sounds impressive that way.”
“Of course.” I had forgotten what a pain it was, dealing with Arameri family heads. “So what do you
really
want? Because I highly doubt you’re actually glad to have me here.”
She did not dissemble, either, which I liked. “I’m neither glad nor displeased, Lord Sieh — though, yes, your presence does serve several useful purposes to the family.” There was a pause, perhaps while she waited to see my reaction. I did wonder whythe Arameri could possibly want me around, but I imagined that would become clear soon enough. “To that end, I have informed Morad, our palace steward, to ensure that all your material needs are met while you’re here.”
“It would be my honor and pleasure, Lord Sieh.” This from the black-haired woman. “We could begin with a wardrobe.”
I snorted in amusement, liking her already. “Of course.”
Remath continued. “I have also informed my daughter Shahar that you are now her primary responsibility. For the duration of your time here in Sky, she is to obey you as she would me and see to your comfort at any cost.”
Wait. I frowned, turning back to Remath at last. The expression on Remath’s face — or rather, the intent lack of expression — made it clear that she knew full well what she had just done. The shocked look that Shahar threw at her back confirmed it.
“Let me be sure I understand you,” I said slowly. “You’re offering me
your daughter
to do with as I please.” I glanced at Shahar again, who was beginning to look murderous. “What if it pleases
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