“The law is clear,” said Humility.

“And you are in love with Hoemei. Others are not. The law is what is read, not what is written.”

“I beg you, crone mother, this matter is of some importance. Aesoe’s policies have drastic consequences for the Liethe and for all of Geta, and Hoemei’s policies a very different consequence.”

“Doubtless in a thousand-thousand revolutions of Geta about Getasun it shall seem as the differences between the red and blue flecks of the sandstone of the Dry Bones.”

Humility flared. “It is against the Word of God as revealed in The Forge of War! Shall we be only another star among all stars? Aesoe has succumbed to wicked temptation! He would follow the policies of the Riethe devils and call it defense! Only a week ago as Cairnem I mussed the pillows of two priests of the kembri-Itraiel who have come here to negotiate with Aesoe’s Expansionists, hoping to relinquish their priest status, before they are conquered, in exchange for the role of warrior clan. They would ally themselves with the Kaiel as a fighting arm and with their force unite all of Geta in but one generation. We talked all night and they lusted for more than my body. They lusted for all of Geta, they lusted to walk upon Scowlmoon, they lusted for the stars and I felt their passion to the depths of me.”

“Power will always be with us. It is the way of the human.”

“But this is the very way that God has warned us against! There are many ways! I would take God’s way. I need your help!”

“The decision is yours.”

“Aesoe outreaches Hoemei three to one in the number of his Kaiel allies and two to one by voting strength. Kathein sneaked away from Aesoe for Sorrow under cover of night to take the maran in marriage in open defiance of the law. The maran will be destroyed. I do not have time to make a wise decision!”

“But you contemplate a decision you consider to be unwise and expect me to save you by countermanding it. You would deny the Itraiel their warrior march among the stars in exchange for a gift to Hoemei of one cactus bloom picked at the full fragrance of highnode.”

“Yes. I would do that.”

The eyes of the crone glinted. “The right decision is always best no matter how painful.”

“The right decision!” exploded Humility. “Yours or mine!”

“Neither. This is a test of your kalothi. I give you one week of power over the destiny of Geta for the next thousand generations. See what you come up with. I repeat, the decision is yours.”

“You and your illusions that we dong-kissers rule Geta!” stormed Humility in open rebellion, jerking her finger upward at the tower. “Our rayvoice doesn’t even speak today! At the library I tried to find out the numbers of the Itraiel and no one knows. And you want me to make a decision in the flutter of a heartbeat that God has pondered silently since you were born!”

“It was ever thus.”

“The crones will accept the consequences of my decision, whatever that decision?”

“Of course.”

“Good!” she snapped and left, the fabric upon her small body fluttering in agitation behind her.

59

HUMILITY PAUSED ON the ladder of the tower, watching the sunset’s reds flash off the windows of Kaiel-hontokae, before she continued up the ladder to the tower rooms of her young friend, the ru-Paie Who Catches Redflies, an adept of the rayvoice quite capable of designing devices that even the Palace Kaiel did not have. Her line was young — as yet only six units of the ru-Paie had been cloned — and Redflies was the first of them to leave Hive-home, still concubine to the crone who had brought her across the Njarae. She was teased about her virginal innocence more than most girls. Recently her peers at the whisky warehouse had served her a mock male genital in her soup when the crones weren’t looking. Humility watched over her.

“You’re my one friend who isn’t afraid of that ladder!” greeted Redflies.

“Did you ever find out from anyone the population of the Itraiel plains?”

The girl smiled in a way that was going to bewitch many male bodies. “I don’t think we ever will. We don’t even have a rayvoice in the Itraiel. I’ll keep trying.”

“No,” Humility decided, “you have better ways to discipline your time.”

“My table is a mess, isn’t it?”

Humility smiled in wonder. “I used to understand rayvoices.”

“This is a web I think will give better sensitivity for less antenna length. I think.”

“Can it wait on a party at the Palace tonight?”

Redflies turned with anxious grace. “I’ll have to ask permission of my crone.”

“I have permission to take you whenever I need you. Your crone tells me you are ready.”

“But men are different!”

“In a week you’ll be making as good dong soup as the rest of us.” They both laughed.

“Do I get to serve drinks and make witty sayings?”

“You are very good at the Fire Dance. I had that in mind.”

Redflies turned her head in modesty. “I have only been practicing. The Fire Dance is for a woman of great passion.”

“Or a girl whose passion is just igniting. You will be dancing for an audience of two hundred but your eyes will be for one man.”

“Two hundred! I’ll be embarrassed!”

“The White Mind will banish all trepidation and the Circling Focus of Seduction will pull Kasi mon-Kaiel to you like he was iron from sand.”

“Does it really work that well?”

“Yes, but to make sure, I’ll pass by at just the right time and whisper to him that you are a virgin. He is a middle-aged romantic. See that his foolishness is not in vain. I want his nose in the pocket of a woman I trust.”

“A girl,” she corrected.

“Not after you meet him.”

Redflies turned, stricken, to her component-scattered table. “What of my web?”

Humility grinned. “Think about its copper and glass intricacies while you make soup between his crotch and he will be awed by the intensity of your interest in him.”

“You’re not very romantic.”

“Sometimes I am.” A wistful smile.

“Is he like Hoemei?” asked Redflies coyly.

Stabs of sadness passed through Humility. Hoemei’s affair with Honey had languished while Humility had been in Soebo and had never recovered. The other Honeys hadn’t cared. With Noe gone and Teenae on the coast, he had concentrated on the hopeless courtship of Kathein the Slut. Damn the pain of the soul! Unrequited love could dismember one’s sanity. “There are few such as Hoemei.”

“I’d like to sleep with him.”

Standing, Humility wrapped her arms, from behind, around her sitting friend. “You would, would you!”

“When you’re a crone, of course.”

“You’ll make less mistakes on an older man. They’re good for practice. Kasi is handsome and so gentle that he imagines only a virgin girl could appreciate his tenderness.”

“My crone says all Kaiel men are handsome. That’s what makes them so arrogant. What does he look like naked? With his girdle off?”

“Like the stars thrown into the firmament, like stones thrown into a lake. Maybe to you he would look like a dozen transmitting rayvoice stations.”

“In less flowing language that means his body is scarred in spirals or circles.”

“Circles.”

“Why do you want to use me in such a hurry? I always thought it would come slowly. First a man would see me nude and I would not look at him. The second time I would undress and lock eyes with his. He would not be allowed to touch me until the third time and only after he had dreamed about me for weeks and was wild with desire would our bodies join.”

“With such cynical crones to raise us, where do girls like you come from?” wondered Humility.