“Apologies, ma’am, but I must get back to Talagr—”
“Don’t be silly. Sit. And eat.”
I glanced around once more and saw that the engraver and the axiom were now sitting in chairs along the wall. Both watched me jealously, as if offended their mistress would deign to give me any attention. I wondered where they had come from—had my senses been so muddled by Fayazi’s augmentations that I had not noticed them enter?
I sat at the table, but I decided I would not eat. I couldn’t even identify all the food in front of me, neither the fruits nor the flesh, though my belly ached with hunger and it all smelled enchanting. I put my pipe back in my mouth and chewed on it, and the taste of the tobacco dulled my hunger.
Fayazi took a wing of some roasted fowl and delicately sawed off a strip of dark meat. “Do you know,” she said, “I think you’re going to find this killer, Signum Kol. I really do.”
I said nothing.
“None of my other people here put anything together so quickly,” she said. “None of them thought to check the servants’ passageways.” She shot a glare at her Sublimes. “You have a keen mind. A pity, I think, to spend it on such gruesome matters as this. And it’s a pity you can view only our halls here in Talagray.”
I said nothing.
She drank deeply from her wine. Her lips were crimson now, her teeth a dull purple. “At our halls in the first ring, you know,” she said, “we have a whole skeleton of a titan. It hangs in our entryway, squatting over our visitors as they pass through our thresholds. Have you ever seen one, Signum Kol?”
“I’ve seen a carcass at a distance, ma’am. But no more.”
“No two are alike, you know. They have different bone structures, different numbers of legs. Different colors. I have spoken much with the Apoths about them.” She leaned close. I leaned away. “Did you know that some have the faces of men? Not atop their shoulders—for most leviathans have no shoulders—but hidden away, in their underbellies. Giant visages peering out at the world with wide, blind eyes, their mouths working silently and madly. Like some accidental growth. The Apoths cannot explain it. No one can. Nor does anyone know where the leviathans truly come from, or why they come ashore. Before the Empire they used to wander inland, rampaging here and there in the wet season, before laying down their bodies to rot in the Valley of the Khanum, warping all that grew around them…” She set down her goblet, then threaded her ivory fingers like a bridge and rested her sharp chin atop their knuckles. A practiced gesture, I thought—yet it worked, for I found it lovely. “And perhaps that’s all they wish to do these days. Perhaps we should let them. Throw down the walls and let them go a-wandering…”
She watched me closely. I said nothing.
“It may happen anyway,” she said softly. “They grow bigger and bigger every year. Each wet season, the Empire must remake the walls, and design new bombards, and come up with new grafts and suffusions to hold them back. And each year, we barely scrape by. And though no one says it, the Engineers are quietly, quietly remaking the third-ring walls of the Empire, to the west. For if the sea walls fall, and Talagray and the east fail, then, well…Then the third-ring walls will become the new sea walls, won’t they?” She lifted her head off her hands and took another sip of wine. “And when that happens…Why, it would be a good thing to have a place to land within the inner rings of the Empire. To have friends in more fertile lands. For then all the Iyalets shall be as motes upon the wind, and there shall be no order.”
She waited for me to say something, but I could think of nothing to say to this.
“Does that make sense to you, Signum?” she asked.
“It does, ma’am,” I said. For it did, at least, make sense—a cynical sense, but sense it was.
“Then why don’t you tell me,” she said, slowly and carefully, “what your immunis has found out thus far. Tell me how the investigation goes. For we are friends, are we not?”
I stared into her violet eyes. Took in the way her silver hair piled on her snowy shoulders. How heady the air was here, how strange. All felt perfumed, yet I could smell no scent but the food.
I tore my gaze away and glanced at the two Sublimes, watching me like I was a wounded hind on their hunting lands. “Afraid I can’t do that, ma’am,” I said.
“Why not?” asked Fayazi.
“It’s against policy to discuss investigations with anyone uninvolved, ma’am.”