And then she would know, I realized. She would know of my affliction, and my lies, and I’d be found out and discharged, if not jailed.
My stomach sank as I approached the bottom of the stairs. What had I just gotten myself into?
I came to the door, sweaty and weak from all my attempted reading. Fayazi and her engraver studied me with a look of faint disgust upon their faces.
“Are you all right?” said Fayazi. “Or did you actually stumble across any contagion up there?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” I said hoarsely. “Now—the walls, ma’am?”
Her cold amethyst gaze searched my face. “Yes,” she said. “Follow, and we shall take you.”
I did so, treading along after the axiom and the engraver—but Fayazi walked behind me, and whenever I glanced over my shoulder, she was watching me very closely.
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WE EXITED ONTO the back grounds of the estate, where a wide patio of white stone awaited us. Though I felt weak, I was again stunned by the sights: here huge bright-orange-leafed trees stretched high overhead, shimmering like they were aflame, and all along the edge of the patio stood enormous slender, curved sculptures of pale green. They were nearly forty span high, almost taller than the house—but then I felt a fluttering in my eyes, and I recognized them. I had seen these once, on the Plains of the Titan’s Path.
“These are…bones, again,” I said quietly. “Ribs.”
“Correct,” said Fayazi. “From a little one. Too hard to move the bigger bits these days—at least over land. Tell me—what do you expect to find at my walls, Signum?”
My eye lingered on the curling arrangement of gleaming ribs. A gruesome sight, I felt. “I don’t know, ma’am,” I said. “It may be the poisoner has a preference—they prepare early and come early. Last time they communicated to the staff at your household by throwing a yellow ball over the walls.” I gazed at the walls in the distance. “That likely won’t be the case here, given how tall the ones here are…But walls come first in their mind, perhaps.”
“Fascinating,” she said. She waved a hand to her trailing retinue of servants. “That will take some time, though. You must partake of some refreshments before you examine them, Signum.”
A servant strode forward to me, a wide copper plate in her hand. Placed upon it was an assortment of candied fruits, nuts, and dried flesh that had been cunningly spiraled through some artful butchery I’d never seen before.
My stomach reacted instantly to the sight. I had not eaten in hours, and desperately desired to taste these treasures. But I remembered what Ana had told me: take nothing, eat nothing, drink nothing.
“No, thank you, ma’am,” I said. I bowed. “I appreciate the effort. But I will not partake.”
Fayazi surveyed me coldly. “It is rude to refuse. Are you aware of this?”
“It is rude for me to be here,” I said. “My entire presence is rudeness. I can only appreciate your goodwill and apologize.”
She looked at me a moment longer; and for a moment I thought I saw a strange expression steal over her face: something akin to pure, mad terror. She glanced sidelong at her two Sublimes, who stood behind her, watching me.
Fayazi Haza, I realized, was very frightened of something. And I did not think it was me.
Yet then the expression faded, and Fayazi laughed, a high sound like pewter bells tinkling. “If you’re sure…I do think you’ll need your energy later. Go off, then, and do your spying about, Signum. I will be most curious to see what you will find.”
I bowed again and strode off toward the walls, but her words weighed upon me. Something was wrong with Fayazi Haza, I was sure. But what, I could not yet tell.
CHAPTER 29
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I WALKED THE GROUNDS of the Haza estate as the afternoon shifted into early evening, snuffing at my vial. I was trailed all the while by Fayazi’s guards, who followed me like I was some imprisoned gentryman wandering his enclosure, but I ignored them as I studied the high fretvine walls.
The walls were enormous, nearly as high as the house. The idea of anyone trying to climb them or throw anything over was preposterous. The only thing I found of interest was the small stream that ran across the property, entering at the western wall and exiting at the east. I came to where it passed through the western walls first, and found it was protected by a sluice gate: a complex construction of steel and stone that slid up and down in the walls on huge metal tracks. The bottom half of the gate was woven steel, permitting the river water to run through. I crouched and peered at it, studying how the bottom of the gate sank into the muddy riverbed.