"Is he?"

"Am I?" I fixed the metri with a scowl. "Is he kin to you?"

"This boy?" She smiled. "Oh, yes. He is my brother's wife's brother's grandson."

I gave up trying to work that one out. "Then you don't need me or anyone else. You've got your heir."

"Male," Herakleio pronounced darkly.

I raised my brows at him. "Is there some doubt as to that?"

"He means he descends from the male line," Prima supplied.

I shook my head. "So?"

"The male line," Herakleio gritted between clamped teeth.

I sighed. "In case you've forgotten, I'm not from around here."

"We are counted from the female line," Nihko explained.

Prima nodded. "And from the gods."

I stared at her. "You think you're descended from gods? " So much for my self-description of Herakleio as a godling being effective sarcasm; irony doesn't work if you believe it's the truth. "This is ridiculous. You're people just like everyone else!"

Prima slid a veiled glance at Nihko from beneath lowered lids. "Some of us are-more."

"Were more," Herakleio corrected pointedly with intense scorn.

After a moment I just shook my head in disbelief and looked again at the metri. "I think it's time I left. I've got no stake in any of this, and no time to sort it out. I'm not your grandson, and I'm certainly not a godling!"

"Jhihadi," Del murmured.

As quietly I retorted, "You're not helping."

"But you may be," the metri said quietly, "and I cannot afford to lose you if it be true."

"You can't very well keep me," I shot back. "You bought my freedom from renegadas-"

"Precisely," the metri confirmed. "There is a debt between us now."

"Debt?" I was incredulous. "How in hoolies do you expect me to pay you back?"

Unsmiling, she looked at Herakleio. "Take this boy and make of him a man."

In the ensuing hubbub-Prima was laughing while Herakleio sputtered furious protest-I turned on my heel and walked out.

Del followed me right out into the courtyard entry. There she stopped, as if surprised I hadn't. "Where are you going?"

I swung at the gated entrance, stiff with frustration. "Away."

"Away where? "

"Just away. I don't belong here. I don't belong with these people. I don't want to have anything to do with these people!"

"Not even if they are your kin?"

"I disown them," I answered instantly.

Del examined my expression. "I think the person with no coin or property can't disown anyone."

"Then I repudiate them."

She nodded. "You can do that."

"Good. I do. I have. Let's go."

She was by all appearances stuck on one question. "Where?"

"Out of here. I've had enough of Skandi, metris, blue-headed priests, women ship captains, women ship captains who sleep with other women, and wife's brother's grandsons."

"Have you coin?"

"No. Where would I get coin?"

"Where indeed?"

I glowered at her. "Are you suggesting we stay? "

Del assumed her most innocent expression. "The metri did pay for your release… but I merely suggest we devise a plan before we go anywhere."

I opened my mouth to answer, shut it as I saw Nihko come out behind her, stepping from shadow into sunlight. "Plans are useful," he observed. "Have you one?"

I switched my scowl from Del to him. "I have done very well making a living in this world without any plans. This situation is no different."

"But it is," Nihko disagreed politely. "You don't even speak the language."

"You speak mine," I said. "So does Prima, so does the metri, so does Heraklitus."

"Herakleio," Del corrected, and I shot her a ferocious glare.

"We speak it," Nihko said, "because we have been made to. My captain and I sail to foreign ports. The metri deals with merchants and traders of other lands, and to be certain dealings are honest one must speak the language. Herakleio has learned because the metri required it of her heir."

"Then he is her heir."

"He is her kin," Nihko elaborated. "But male-descended. It matters."

"Why does it matter?"

"This is Skandi. Things are-as they are."

"And you?" I asked curtly, angry enough to offend on purpose. "What exactly are you, ikepra?"

Nihko did not provoke. He wasn't Herakleio. "Ikepra," he answered. "Profanation. Abomination."

"Why?" Del asked.

He did not flinch from it. "Because I failed."

"Failed what?" I asked.

"The gods," he said, "and myself."

I stared at him a long moment, matching stare to stare, then shook my head. "Let's go, bascha."

"Tiger-"

Nihko's brow rings glinted in the sunlight. "You would abuse the metri's hospitality?"

"Look, I don't want to abuse anyone's hospitality. But you certainly didn't offer us any when you destroyed our ship, and you didn't improve matters by attempting to sell me to the metri-"

"Did sell," he put in.

"-and she's not exactly being hospitable by ordering me to make a man of her brother's wife's brother's brother's grandson," I finished.

"That's one 'brother's' too many," Del pointed out helpfully.

"Do you not believe he needs it?" Nihko inquired.

I glared at him again, eyes narrowed. "Just where do you fit, Nihkolara? Aside from being profanation and abomination, that is. What are you to these people? What are they to you?"

"My past," he said only.

Another figure moved out of shadow into light. The boy whom the metri wanted to be a man. "Tell him, Nihkolara," Herakleio challenged, lounging against the white-painted stonework of the entryway. "Tell him the whole of it."

Nihko made a gesture. "Herak … let it be."

"Herakleio. Ikepra are not permitted familiarity."

Color stained the first mate's face, then flowed away so he was alabaster-pale. There was tension throughout his body; Herakleio had reached inside him somewhere, touched a private place.

Herakleio displayed white teeth in a sun-coppered face. "Tell the pretender how you fit, Nihkolara."

And Nihkolara told me, while the heat beat on our heads.

FOURTEEN

I FLOPPED flat on the bed and stared up at the low ceiling. "This is all too complicated. And getting worse."

Del, sitting as she so often chose to sit-on the floor against the opposite wall-shrugged. "What is complicated? There were eleven women placed upon the island by the gods, and each bore eleven daughters of those gods. Then the gods sent those daughters sons of other women, and so the Eleven Families took root and flowered here."

"How poetic," I observed sourly. "And of course you'd find it easy: it's all about women. "

"I suspect it is simpler even for gods to get babies on women."

I rolled my head and looked at her. "You're finding entirely too much amusement in this, bascha."

"Am I amused?"

"Inside. Where I can't see."

Her mouth twitched. "And from those eleven daughters came sons and daughters of the sons sent to lie with them, and so the people of first couplings may name themselves gods-descended."

"But not everyone on Skandi is gods-descended." I realized what I'd said and amended it immediately. "Not everyone believes they are gods-descended. I mean, they aren't gods-descended, of course, because no one is, but if they think it's possible, they might believe they aren't. Even if others are. Believe they are, that is." I dropped my forearm across my face and issued a strangled groan. "I said this was too complicated!"

Del seemed to grasp it well enough. "They believe they aren't gods-descended because certain sons came to Skandi from other islands, not from gods, and married the daughters of those first divine couplings."

From under my arm I added, "And so those who can count the generations back to those specific eleven women consider themselves superior to everyone else."