The Skein of Lament

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take pregnant mothers, captured from enemy tribes, and they change the unborn children into monsters to serve them.’
    ‘Like Aberrants,’ Kaiku murmured. ‘Like the Weavers,’ she added, her voice deepening with venom.
    ‘No,’ said Saran, with surprising conviction. ‘Not like the Weavers.’
    Kaiku frowned. ‘You’re defending them,’ she observed.
    ‘No,’ he said again. ‘No matter how abhorrent their methods, the Fleshcrafters’ art comes from natural things. Herblore, incantations, spiritcraft . . . Natural things. They do not corrupt the land like the Weavers do.’
    ‘The maghkriin . . . I could not . . . I could not find it,’ Kaiku said at length, after she had digested this. ‘My kana seemed to glance off it.’ She watched Saran carefully. Years of caution had taught her that discussing her Aberrant powers was not something done lightly, but she wanted to gauge him.
    ‘They have talismans, sigils,’ Saran said. ‘Dark arts that they trap within shapes and patterns. I do not dare imagine the kind of tricks they use, nor do I know all that the Fleshcrafters can do. But I know they place protections on their warriors. Protections that, apparently, work even against you.’
    He brushed the fall of dirty black hair away from his forehead and poked at the fire. Kaiku watched him. Her gaze seemed to flicker back to his face whether she wanted it to or not.
    ‘Are you tired?’ he asked. He was not looking up, but she sensed that he knew she was staring. She forced her eyes away with an effort of will, flushing slightly, only to find that they had returned to him again an instant later.
    ‘A little,’ Kaiku lied. She was exhausted.
    ‘We have to go.’
    ‘Go?’ she repeated. ‘Now?’
    ‘Do you think you killed it? The one that attacked you?’ he asked, straightening suddenly.
    ‘Certain,’ she replied.
    ‘Don’t be,’ Saran advised. ‘You do not know what you are dealing with yet. And there may be more of them. If we travel hard, we can be at Kisanth by mid-afternoon. If we stay and rest, they will find us.’
    Kaiku hung her head.
    ‘Are you strong enough?’ Saran asked.
    ‘Strong as I need to be,’ Kaiku said, getting to her feet. ‘Lead the way.’

     
    FOUR
    ‘Mistress Mishani tu Koli,’ the merchant said in greeting, and Mishani knew something was wrong.
    It was not only his tone, although that would have been enough. It was the momentary hesitation when he saw her, that fractional betrayal that raced across his features before the facade of amiability clamped down. Beneath her own impassive veneer, she already suspected this man; but she had no other choice except to trust him, for he appeared to be her only hope.
    The Saramyr servant retreated from the room, closing the folding shutter across the entryway as she left. Mishani waited patiently.
    The merchant, who had seemed slightly dazed and lost in thought for a moment, appeared to remember himself. ‘My apologies,’ he said. ‘I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Chien os Mumaka. Please, this way.’ He motioned to where the study opened onto a wide balcony overlooking the lagoon.
    Mishani accompanied him out. There were exotic floor mats laid there, woven of a thick, soft Okhamban fabric, and a low table of wine and fruits. Mishani sat, and Chien took position opposite. The merchant’s house was set high up on the slope of the basin that surrounded Kisanth, a sturdy wooden structure raised on oak pillars to make its foremost half sit level. The view was spectacular, with the black rocks of the coastal wall rearing up to the left and Kisanth to the right, lying in a semicircle around the turquoise-blue water. Ships glided their slow way from the docks to the narrow gash in the wall that gave out onto the open sea, and smaller craft poled or paddled between them. The whole vista was smashed with dazzlingly bright sunlight, making the lagoon a fierce glimmer of white.
    She sized up her opponent as they went through

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