Meoraq did not speak to his humans. They did not speak to him.

At the gate, Meoraq again hupped Nicci onto his shoulder and demanded to be taken to Onahi. He and his humans were led into the barracks, to a sealed door guarded by five watchmen and Onahi himself, armed and armored.

“Is there something you require, honored one?” he asked respectfully. He did not so much as glance at the humans, not even the one on Meoraq’s shoulder.

“I am leaving as soon as my provisions arrive. I am taking the women with me.”

Onahi frowned. “The high judge would not receive them?”

“I didn’t meet with him. It is my judgment that Gann holds this city in his shadow. I say the eye of Sheul is upon Praxas and His eye burns with wrath. I am certain He has not directed me to lead these people from death into damnation, therefore I…damn it, I must be meant to lead them on.”

Onahi gazed at him for a short time in perfect stillness. Then he turned and made a gesture of his own, and while his men opened the door and passed out of sight, presumably to gather the refugees sequestered somewhere within, looked back at Meoraq and calmly said, “Is it for you to know if the wrath of Sheul is upon me as well, sir?”

Meoraq gave him a second, more thoughtful stare. “And if it were?”

“I serve Sheul in faith. If it is His will that I die here, I am ready and go to His judgment without fear. Yet if it is not, for my own will, I would live.”

Meoraq listened past the chatter of his humans, and while he heard no specific word from Sheul to approve this suggestion, he heard no word against it either. He began to give a cautious assent and then said instead, for no reason he could fathom, “Have you a family?”

“I am of the House Xaik, sir,” Onahi replied, showing no sign he thought the question an odd one. “Descended low by their champion, but born under his blade.”

Which was to say, he was a bastard, the son of a Sheulteb and one of his House’s servants.

“Have you a woman? Sons?”

“No,” said the guard.

Meoraq pondered the matter while Onahi patiently stood by, but could discern no reason for asking such things. And so perhaps Sheul had spoken after all.

So be it.

“Gather those of your men you trust and whatever gear you can readily manage. We leave as soon as my provisions arrive. Fuck,” he finished, glaring as Amber came through the door. He looked at Nicci’s upturned ass on his shoulder, fought and mastered the urge to hurl her violently to the floor, and instead shrugged her upright and set her carefully down.

“Oh my God,” said Amber in a voice so unlike hers that if he were not looking at her, he never would have believed she’d said it, human words or no. She staggered forward, gripped the restraining arms of Onahi’s men and shoved them aside. “Oh my God. Nicci!”

And then she was flying forward to seize her unmoving blood-kin and embrace her, and there were tears streaming from her eyes and happy sounds like screams pouring from her throat, and it was joy and relief and wonder in volume too great for any mortal heart to bear, and so Meoraq turned his back on it and stared instead at Scott, whom he hated. He thought there must be a lesson in that somewhere, but his brain was full of that terrible, black fire and he couldn’t think past it to what it must be.

BOOK VIII

Xi’MATEZH

They left the city. Amber couldn’t really say they were run out, since Meoraq was in charge of the leaving, and because of the way he was doing it, she couldn’t even say they were sneaking away, but she felt like they were doing both. Walking down that long, dark tunnel with dozens and dozens of lizardmen standing on either side watching them go was about the worst way to leave a place as anything Amber knew, and that included standing in the rain waiting to board the ship that was about to crash.

She didn’t ask where they were going. She didn’t ask who all these lizardmen were who’d joined them. She stayed at the back of the line with Nicci and didn’t say a word. Even in the cloud-covered moonlight, Meoraq’s throat was bright, bright yellow.

They didn’t go all night. After taking them back across the open grass and into the woods and hiking for maybe two hours up and down the hilly wilderness that was this part of the world, Meoraq brought them to a fairly level place and camped them. The lizardmen had some of the same sort of leather walls that Zhuqa had used, and after tying them up around the trees, they formed a pretty good shelter. It wasn’t as good as a tent, but it pushed back some of the wind and held in some of the heat and some, Amber was coming to find, was better than nothing.

Tents went up. Packs were opened and cuuvash produced, but the guard took a long time looking it over…scraping at it with his fingers…sniffing…and finally calling Meoraq over to do the same thing. There was some low talk and at the end of it, all the cuuvash was pulled out and dropped in the fire. They sat in groups to watch it burn—lizardmen, lizardladies, and humans, with Amber and Meoraq forming the blurred place between the beginning and end of their circle.

The baby cried. So did Nicci. Amber, torn, sat with her sister and watched Xzem stroke at the tiny back. After a while, one of the guards—Onahi—moved from where he sat with his men to the place right beside Xzem. He leaned in close as Xzem shrank fearfully back and ducked her head, then turned a grim eye on Meoraq. “It is hard travel for a fresh mother,” he said. “But with an empty belly besides is harder than it has to be. Have I your will to hunt, honored one?”

Meoraq thought about it as he gazed over the leather walls at the sky. “If it is God’s will to provide game, I will not protest it, but we are very close to a city where evil men show no love for God’s laws. We may be followed even now. Those who hesitate to invade this camp surely will not when it comes to striking at a hunter upon the plains.”

“I walk in God’s sight,” said Onahi, rising. “And if I meet Him before the night is ended, I will not be ashamed to tell Him the reason. Be easy, mother,” he added to Xzem, bending his neck politely and showing no sign that he saw the way she cringed around the baby. When he left, two of his men left with him.

Meoraq watched them go, his restlessness betrayed by the tightening of his jaw and throat muscles. Amber reached out a hand, but he flinched away before she could touch him and stood up. “I will make a patrol,” he said to Onahi’s remaining guards, refusing to look at her. “Until I return, no one is to leave the camp.”

They all saluted in near-perfect unison, all with the same troubled sidelong glance at the humans clustered at one side of the walls. Meoraq took that in, grunted, and said, “If you must force their obedience, do so carefully. These are people, not animals, and they are people under the protection of House Uyane. Mark me.”

They saluted again, now sending their nervous eyes toward the lizardladies.

Meoraq grunted again. “You may know these women as criminals and exiles, but I am Uyane Meoraq, a Sword and a true son of Sheul, and I judge them innocent of crime and innocent of corruption.”

Some of the slaves looked up.

“Hear me and mark well: I take them from their fathers. I take them from the city of Praxas under Gann. I take them into House Uyane and I forgive them all their past. I say they are daughters of Sheul and they stand in His sight.” Meoraq drew his samr and took one long step forward, standing between the lizardladies and the lizardmen, and cocked his head. “I say they stand under my protection. You watch them. You do not touch them. If you feel the fires in your belly, think of it as a test of your will…because I will think of it as an assault upon my House.”