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H ER FOOTFALLS RANG hollow in the cavernous corridor as Jani Khuprus hastened down it.

As she strode along, she trailed her fingers down the long strip of jidzin set into the wall.

Her touch triggered a faint light that moved with her down the dark hall that carried her ever deeper into the Elderlings’ labyrinthine palace.

Twice she had to circle dark puddles of water on the stone floor.

Each time, she routinely noted to herself the location.

Whenever the spring rains returned, they had the same problem.

The thick layer of soil on top and the questing roots that sought through it were beginning to win the long battle with the ancient buried structure.

The quiet dripping of the water was a counter rhythm to her own hurrying feet.

There had been a quake last night. Not a large one by Rain Wild standards, but stronger and longer than the usual gentle shivering of the earth.

She resolved not to think about it as she hurried through the dimness.

This structure had withstood the great disaster that had levelled most of the ancient city; surely, she could trust it to stand a bit longer.

She came at last to an arched entryway closed with a massive metal door.

She ran her hands over it lightly and the Crowned Rooster embossed on the surface shimmered into life.

It never failed to impress her. She could well understand her ancestor discovering this and immediately making the Crowned Rooster his own heraldic device.

The cock on the door was lifting a spurred foot threateningly and his wings were half-raised in menace.

Every hackle feather on his extended neck shone.

A gem set in his eye sparkled blackly. Elegance and arrogance combined in him.

She set a hand firmly to his breast and pushed the door open. Darkness gaped at her.

Only familiarity guided her as she descended the shallow steps that led into the immense room.

As she submerged herself in the vaster darkness of the Crowned Rooster Chamber, she scowled to herself.

Reyn was not here after all. She had trotted all this way seeking her son for nothing.

She paused by the wall at the bottom of the steps, looking around blindly.

She started when he spoke to her from the blackness.

‘Have you ever tried to imagine to yourself how this chamber must have looked when it was new? Think of it, Mother. On a day like today, the spring sun would have shone down through the crystal dome to waken all the colours in the murals. What did they do here? From the deep gouges on the floor and the random ordering of the tables, I do not think the wizardwood logs were commonly stored here. No. I think they were brought here in haste, to shelter them from whatever disaster was burying the city. So. Prior to that time, what was the purpose of this huge room with its crystal dome and decorated walls? From the ancient pots of earth, we can surmise they grew plants in here. Was it merely a sheltered garden, where one could walk in comfort even in the stormiest weather? Or was it…’

‘Reyn. Enough,’ his mother exclaimed in annoyance.

Her questing fingers found the jidzin strip on the wall.

She pressed on it firmly, and several decorative panels answered her dimly.

She frowned to herself. In her girlhood, they had been much brighter; each petal of every flower had shone.

Now they dimmed more with each passing day.

She pushed aside her dismay at the thought of them dying.

There was mild irritation in her voice as she demanded, ‘What are you doing down here in the dark? Why aren’t you in the west corridor, supervising the workers?

They have found another portal, concealed in a wall of the seventh chamber.

Your intuition is needed there, to divine how to open it. ’

‘How to destroy it, you mean,’ Reyn corrected her.

‘Oh, Reyn.’ Jani rebuked him wearily. She was so tired of these discussions with her youngest son.

Sometimes it seemed that he, who was most gifted at forcing the dwelling places of the Elderlings to give up their secrets, was also the most reluctant to employ his skills.

‘What would you have us do? Leave all buried and forgotten as we found it? Forsake the Rain Wilds and retreat to Bingtown to live with our kin there? That would be brief sanctuary.’

She heard the light scuff of his feet as he circled the last great log of wizardwood that remained in the Crowned Rooster Chamber.

He moved like a sleepwalker as he rounded the end of it.

Her heart sank as she marked how he walked, his fingers trailing along the massive trunk as he did so.

He was cloaked and hooded against the damp and chill of the chamber.

‘No,’ he said quietly. ‘I love the Rain Wilds as you do. I have no desire to live elsewhere. Neither do I think my people should continue to live in hiding and secrecy. Nor should we continue to plunder and destroy the ancient holdings of the Elderlings simply to pay for our own safety. I believe that instead we should restore and celebrate all we have discovered here. We should dig away the soil and ash that mask the city and reveal it once more to sunlight and moonlight. We should throw off the Satrap of Jamaillia as an overlord, deny his taxes and restrictions and trade freely wherever we wish.’ His voice died down as his mother glowered at him, but he was not silenced.

‘Let us display who we are without shame, and say we live where and as we do, not out of shame but by choice. That is what I think we should do.’

Jani Khuprus sighed. ‘You are very young, Reyn,’ she said simply.

‘If you mean stupid, say stupid,’ he suggested without malice.

‘I do not mean stupid,’ she replied gently.

‘Young I said, and young I meant. The burden of the Cursed Shores does not fall as heavily upon you and me as it does the other Rain Wild Traders. In some ways, that makes our lot harder, not easier. We visit Bingtown and from behind our veils we look about and say, “but I am not so very different from the folk who live here. In time they would accept me, and I could move freely among them.” Perhaps you forget just how hard it might be for Kys or Tillamon to stand unveiled before ignorant eyes.’

At the mention of his sisters’ names, Reyn cast his eyes down.

No one could say why the disfigurement that was the normal lot of Rain Wild children should have fallen so heavily upon them and so lightly upon Reyn.

Here, among their own kind, it was not so immense a burden.

Why should one blanch at a neighbour’s face that sported the same pebbled skin or dangling growths as his own?

In contrast, the thought of his small half-sister Kys unveiled, even on a Bingtown street, was a daunting one.

As clearly as if written on a scroll, Jani watched the thoughts unfurl across her son’s visage.

His brow wrinkled at the unfairness of it all.

Bitterness twisted his mouth when he spoke.

‘We are a wealthy folk. I am neither so young nor so stupid as not to know that we could buy acceptance. By all rights, we should be among the wealthiest in the world, were it not for the Satrap’s foot on our neck and hands in our purse.

Mark my words, Mother. Could we but throw off the burdens of his taxes and his restraints on our free trade, then we would not need to destroy the very discoveries that enrich us.

We could restore and reveal this city, instead of stripping its treasures to sell elsewhere.

Folk would come here, paying our ships to bring them up the river, and be glad to do it.

They would look upon us and not turn aside their eyes, for folk can come to love whoever has wealth.

We would have the leisure then to find the true keys to unlock the secrets that we now hammer and cut free.

If we were truly a free folk, we could unearth the full wonder of this city.

Sunlight would flood this chamber as it once did, and the Queen that lies trapped here –’

‘Reyn,’ his mother spoke in a low voice. ‘Take your hand off the wizardwood log.’

‘It’s not a log,’ he said as softly. ‘It’s not a log and we both know it.’

‘And we both know that the words you now speak are not solely your own. Reyn. It little matters what we call it. What we both know is that you have spent far too much time in contact with it, studying the murals and contemplating the glyphs on the pillars. It sways your thoughts and makes you its own.’

‘No!’ He denied it sharply. ‘That is not the truth of it, Mother. Yes, I have spent much time in this chamber, and studied the markings the Elderlings left here. I have studied, too, that which we tumbled from inside the other “logs” that were once within the chamber.’ He shook his head, his coppery eyes flashing in the dimness.

‘Coffins. That was what you told me they were when I was young. But they are not. Cradles would be a truer name for them. Moreover, if knowing what I know now, I long to awaken and release the only one that is left, that does not mean I have fallen under her sway. It only means that I have come to see what would be right to do.’

‘What is right to do is to remain loyal to one’s own,’ his mother retorted angrily.

‘Reyn, I tell you this plainly. You have spent so much time in the company of this wizardwood log that you do not know where your own thoughts leave off and its sly promptings begin. There is at least as much of a child’s thwarted curiosity in your desire as there is righteousness.

Look at your actions today. You know where you are needed. But where are you?’

‘Here. With one who needs me most, for she has no other advocate!’