The Kraken King (10 page)
Sighing, she nodded. “I’ll try. Good night to you, Noyan.”
Ariq watched her walk up the path before continuing on, anger slowly heating his blood. When he’d established this town, he’d promised those rebels who had come with him that they could live free of fear. Families wouldn’t be broken apart or disappear after a word was spoken against the empire. There would be no governors who could commit atrocities while the Khagan looked the other way as long as the governor’s tax payments filled his coffers. And later, others had come: smugglers looking for a safe location to raise their families. Thieves hiding from bounty hunters. Ariq hadn’t cared who they were or where they’d come from—if they didn’t hurt their neighbors, they could stay.
But families
had
been broken. Neighbors
had
been hurt. And when he found whoever had been giving the marauders their orders, Ariq
would
have his head on a pike.
had
been broken. Neighbors
had
been hurt. And when he found whoever had been giving the marauders their orders, Ariq
would
have his head on a pike.
Not tonight, though.
Approaching the soup house, he forced his temper to cool. The night was already hot enough, and bloodthirst had no place at a table.
There wouldn’t have been room for it, anyway. By the noise that floated from the main hall and down the path, most of the town had decided to eat soup that night. A rectangle of connected quarters surrounding a courtyard, the soup house had once been the residence of a Bengali pirate, Nazmul, who’d been one of the first outsiders to settle in Ariq’s town. A bachelor, Nazmul had declared it impossible to make soup in such small amounts that could only serve one, so he’d invited other unmarried residents to join him for dinner—an offer that Ariq, Taka, and many others had gratefully taken him up on. In the following years, Nazmul had married and built another home adjoining this one, but he still sold soup—or whatever else he decided to cook—every evening.
This evening, Ariq expected squid.
A slight hush fell as he entered the welcoming hall. The partition doors were open, offering a view of the courtyard.
He spotted Zenobia immediately. She sat at a low table near the center of the courtyard, accompanied by her friend and two French officers—Blanchett and the first lieutenant, Vashon. Jealousy grabbed hold of Ariq, hot and fierce. He wanted her attention.
But a moment later, Ariq saw that he had it. She glanced toward the door—then looked again, her gaze meeting his. A smile curved her mouth, as if she’d glanced at the door many times before, but this was the first time she’d seen what she’d hoped to.
She would come, he thought. Maybe not tonight. Or even the next night. But she would come.
And perhaps write about it in her letters.
Her notebook sat beside her bowl, her pencil angled across the top. She no longer wore her pack. Instead it lay by Cooper’s crossed legs, one of the straps secured around his foot. The mercenary and his wife were seated at a nearby table—situated so they could keep an eye on the door and on their charge.
But it could be no hardship to watch over her. She’d been to the dressmaker’s, but wouldn’t have found the western style of clothing that she’d arrived in. Now she wore a long embroidered tunic in deepest green. The silk hugged her figure to her hips before flaring open. Her tangled brown hair had been piled atop her head, revealing her neck and the elegant curve of her spine. Unlike the two lieutenants, she didn’t sit awkwardly upon the cushions, but had folded her legs neatly to the side. Pantaloons had replaced her stockings.
No hardship to look at her at all.
Holding her gaze, he bowed his head. He wanted to hear her voice, and had to settle for the widening of her smile and her nod in return.
Later, he would speak with her. For now, he crossed to the southern quarters, where Nazmul had built a private partition for Ariq’s use. He had no need for privacy tonight. With the sliding doors open, he would be able to watch Zenobia over dinner, and she would have little trouble seeing him.
And perhaps it was best that she couldn’t join him. Taka and Saito already occupied the cushions around his table. The pocked scars on his brother’s cheeks and neck stood pale against his skin; they were only visible when Taka was upset. Saito sat with a stiff spine and a grave expression that rested uneasily on his usually smiling face.
Ariq sank onto his cushion. The large soup pot steamed at the center of the table, and both his bowl and stomach were empty. But he wouldn’t take any yet.
“I won’t eat with anger at my table,” Ariq said. “Whatever your argument, settle it.”
They would quickly, he knew. They always did—though they rarely argued. Of the same age, Saito and Taka had served in the Nipponese navy together, had risen through the ranks together. Now Saito was the only man from Nippon whom Taka could still call a friend.
And although Saito commanded a ship full of sailors who would as soon piss on Taka as look at him, Ariq was grateful whenever he visited. Ariq had only known the broken man that his brother had become after his torture. But Taka’s humor sometimes returned in Saito’s presence, offering Ariq a glimpse of the man his brother had once been.
The commander sighed. “It was my error. I apologized for telling him about Lady Kishi’s marriage. But I should not have mentioned it again.”
“Again?” Taka’s jaw clenched. “I don’t care that you mentioned her. I care that you said you ought to have concealed the truth
longer
.”
longer
.”
Ariq frowned. Taka had only heard of it a few days before. “How long has she been married?”
“Three years,” Saito said.
“Three
years
in which I’ve been tormented by the fear that her life is the hell that mine is!” On a long breath, Taka calmed again and looked to Saito. “I am glad that my ruin did not mean hers. It might have. We were only a month from marriage and she was all but my wife. But her family must have had many favors owed to them.”
years
in which I’ve been tormented by the fear that her life is the hell that mine is!” On a long breath, Taka calmed again and looked to Saito. “I am glad that my ruin did not mean hers. It might have. We were only a month from marriage and she was all but my wife. But her family must have had many favors owed to them.”
“Yes,” Saito agreed.
“Then your heart doesn’t bleed?” Ariq had been certain the wound had driven Taka to the cliffs.
A wound that was still open. The pain seeped through Taka’s soft reply. “I cannot bear the thought that she’s with another. But what’s the alternative?”
“We could have gone for her. We could have brought her here. We can now.”
Taka’s gaze shot to his, as if in disbelief. “No.”
“It’s a fine town we’ve built.”
“But she would have to sacrifice her family and friends. I would be heartless to ask it.” A short laugh broke from him, and he shook his head. “You think like a barbarian, brother. If a woman ever caught your interest, you’d toss her over your shoulder and carry her off to your yurt.”
Only after Ariq offered her gifts and secured her consent. “When your heart no longer bleeds, you should find another to marry.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Only a barbarian needs to ask,” Taka said with another laugh, then his humor faded. “To court a woman, to pretend that I might be worthy of her is to insult
her
worth.”
her
worth.”
Not worthy? Sudden frustration balled in Ariq’s stomach, hot and hard. He glanced at Saito. “Do you agree?”
“You
are
a barbarian,” the commander said.
are
a barbarian,” the commander said.
That was agreement. Joking agreement, but agreement all the same.
Ariq looked down at his bowl. Frustration wasn’t anger, but it could sour the taste of a soup just the same. “Then find a woman who cares nothing of your past.”
“What sensible woman would link herself to a man without knowing of everything he has done and whether others hold his character in esteem?”
“You are respected.”
“Here,” Taka said. “But what of everywhere else? Or when his ship and sailors come to town?”
“Then they won’t be allowed.”
“So I am always to hide my shame? What sort of man would I be to conceal the past? Would you conceal yours?”
Ariq frowned. “What shame would I have to conceal?”
“You were a thief!” As if battling his own frustration, Taka bumped his fist against the edge of the table. “A thief with a battalion at his command, but still a thief. You could terrify a woman with tales of what you’ve done.”
He only terrified his enemies. If Ariq ever married, his wife would not be one.
And she would only fear him if she didn’t understand him at all. But if she did know him, then she would know that he would sacrifice everything for her.
“I see no shame in taking the weapons that the Khagan used to crush his own people,” Ariq said. “And what have you to be ashamed of? That our mother was a spy?” He knew his brother wouldn’t dare say a word against her. Taka had before. Once. Ariq had been angry then. “You didn’t betray your empress or the men you fought with.”
“I did when I left with you. I might as well have written a traitor’s confession.”
Taka hadn’t left with Ariq willingly. He’d barely been conscious. And for weeks, he’d begged Ariq to take him back, even though the screw beetle larvae his interrogators had infected him with still twisted their way beneath his skin.
Ariq could not apologize for freeing him. “Then find a woman who cares nothing of the war between the empires.”
“What sort of woman wouldn’t care, brother? One with her head in silks and paints? Or one who is so grateful for a man that she will silence her own thoughts?” Vicious resentment hardened his voice. “Or one who is so ugly? Perhaps I should go and make eyes at the new woman there, the one you pulled from the water. Lady Longnose. She must be grateful. Though she’s so pale I might think I’ve woken up with a ghost and die of terror.”
“Taka.”
Ariq’s soft warning didn’t pierce his brother’s resentment. “There is no woman worth having that would have
me
. Would you want to see me with her?”
me
. Would you want to see me with her?”
“No.” Ariq’s hand clenched. “Not her.”
Taka glanced down at Ariq’s fist. All at once, he seemed to realize how close he was treading to real danger. His gaze rose to Ariq’s.
Yesui hadn’t been wrong. Taka often didn’t see what was right in front of him. This time, he hadn’t seen what everyone else in town already had. Now he did.
Bowing his head, Taka breathed deep for a long minute. When he looked up, Ariq couldn’t mistake the apology in his brother’s eyes—or the gleam of humor.
“She
is
like a ghost,” he said.
is
like a ghost,” he said.
Ariq ladled the kraken soup into his bowl. “So she is.”
Also quick and clever and brave.
Saito’s beard didn’t conceal the smile pushing at the corners of his mouth—or his relief that the tension and anger between the brothers had abruptly dissolved. “She’ll drain your life with her seductions.”
“Perhaps she will.” Ariq wouldn’t be sorry.
Would
she
be sorry? He glanced into the courtyard and the back of his neck tightened. Zenobia wasn’t looking his way, as he’d hoped. Instead she was frowning, her brow furrowed with concern as she leaned toward the next table, where Mara Cooper sat. Her back to him, Ariq couldn’t see the mercenary’s face—but her husband’s expression mirrored Zenobia’s. Mara shook her head and held up her hand, as if to stop their queries. Zenobia sat back, still frowning. Then her gaze slid to Ariq and a faint smile touched her lips. Her brows arched.
she
be sorry? He glanced into the courtyard and the back of his neck tightened. Zenobia wasn’t looking his way, as he’d hoped. Instead she was frowning, her brow furrowed with concern as she leaned toward the next table, where Mara Cooper sat. Her back to him, Ariq couldn’t see the mercenary’s face—but her husband’s expression mirrored Zenobia’s. Mara shook her head and held up her hand, as if to stop their queries. Zenobia sat back, still frowning. Then her gaze slid to Ariq and a faint smile touched her lips. Her brows arched.
Ariq wasn’t certain if he was being challenged or teased. He liked both possibilities.
“The attack on the French airship won’t be ignored or go unanswered,” Saito said. “Not while the empress is opening the Red Wall to foreigners. Her majesty won’t let it be said that visiting dignitaries might be threatened so close to her borders. When she hears of the attack, she’ll probably order more ironships to the west coast.”
Ariq hated to look away from Zenobia, but he couldn’t ignore Saito’s tone. Gone was the lighthearted friend. The grim commander sat in his place.
“How many ironships?”
“As many as necessary. Our numbers will serve as a warning first.”
A deterrent against more attacks. “But then?”
“If another airship is fired on, we’ll likely come to shore. We’ll turn over every home and town looking for the marauders.”
Then more than the marauders would die. Roughly, Ariq pushed his bowl aside. “Not one settlement would stand for it.”
And Ariq would lead them, if he had to.
His expression grave, Saito nodded. “I know. Just as I know that if the empress can’t remove a splinter from a finger, she’ll cut off the arm. She’ll destroy the smugglers’ dens first. Then she’ll move up the coast until no hiding places remain.”
Cold dread slipped through Ariq’s rising anger. He could defend his town against a Nipponese fleet, but the empress would only send more forces. Eventually, he’d lose. So would everyone in his town. “How long do we have to find the marauders?”
“She’ll hear of the attack shortly after the lieutenant’s message reaches the French ambassador. A month, perhaps. Then another month to mobilize.”
Two months before the ironships arrived. Two months to find the dogs that he’d already spent half a year searching for.
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