Chapter 16: The Lady

Chapter 16: The Lady

Lochlann shoved him in the guard barracks for what remained of the night. When Aaron woke, it was midmorning, he was cuffed to a bedpost, and Markus Death was having a staring contest with a cat.

Murr.

The white cats pupils had dilated until they took in the whole world. She was pressed flat and still at the foot of his bed, her tail twitching as if it were a different animal entirely.

The Death reached out a ring-bejeweled finger to touch her. She leapt from the bed, tail foofed, and careened off down the length of the room. Guards laughed in her wake. Aaron didnt.

Oh, dont look at me like that, the Death scowled. When youve lived since life itself, you may feel free to judge. There are precious few things that retain their amusement.

Aaron pulled his blanket up a bit higher with his free hand, covering his shoulders.

Youre going to commit some infelicity, the man stated. By evening shell be skinning you, Ive little doubt. But youll at least try to be dignified, so long as you represent mycharge. Now: ask for a bath and a change of clothes. Something with white and silver, if they have it, but at least something that fits. And so help me if you shove bread loaves into your pockets again. You unsanitary little vermin.

Aaron bathed regularly when he wasnt locked in a dungeon cell. Thank you. But it wasnt like these rat catchers were going to draw him a bath with scented soap. He met the Deaths eyes, let out a slow breath, and kept things practical.

Any of you fine citizens have a razor I can borrow?

He didnt get the razor, but he did manage to guilt one of the redcoats into sliding a wash basin within range of his cuffs. He gave himself the best scrub he could with only the one hand free, and then did his best to rub flecks of animal blood off his coat without being able to take it fully off.

His Death watched the proceedings with a critical eye and a mouth in want of a gag. Topics included how Aaron wasnt even trying, really, he hadnt even asked; how Markus would never have gotten into such a situation in the first place and if he had then hed have surely faced it with more dignity; and, lastly, how Aaron was Markus now, and he must not forget the fact, much as the Death himself wished he could.

Throughout the poor mans bath, the Death made him practice phrases in his head (do not speak out loud, rat, Ill be hearing enough of your voice in my life). At first Aaron had refused to play along, but the man was so monotonous in his prodding that the words started repeating whether he wanted them or not.

I am Markus Yin Sung. It is true. As your Death, I vouch for this. Now you must say it until it is true for you, until you can speak without hesitation. Now again. I am

With Aarons hair drying into short black spikes and his clothes as clean as they were getting, he shoved his arms back into his coat. Bread loaves and all.

Dont mind a word I say, the Death said. Its only professionalism that keeps me here. By all means, ignore my advice. Shatter this all so effectively that I can give it up as lost. Destroy the work of centuries in an afternoon and doom your kind. Please, youd be doing me a favor.

Aaron sat cross-legged on his bed, watching the rat catchers drift in and out, going about their business. Some slept still, their shifts not yet begun. Others moved quietly, changing in or out of uniform.nove(l)bi(n.)com

One or two were always alert enough to keep an eye on him. Lieutenant Varghese had been very clear on that.

Still. If he sat with his hands behind him, how hard would it be to pick the lock on his cuffs? Lochlann had taken Aarons carving knife, holding it between two fingers with great disdain, his look making it entirely clear that he was not confiscating a real weapon. He hadnt searched further, presumably on the assumption that if Aaron had better hed have used it. He hadnt found the feys pin.

Had she been trying to warn him about last nights events, when she gave him the bronze fox? If so, he hadnt known it for what it was. A fair gift, indeed.

Hands where I can see them, boy, one of the guards called.

Markus Death laughed. Aaron banged his head back against the wall and waited.

I am Markus Yin Sung. Again. You must make it your truth; this is who you are now. I am

The words were in his head; someone elses thoughts, pressed in there whether he wanted them or not. He wondered how true they were; if this was some kind of magic thing the Deaths had done or were doing, something that really would change him into some other boy. How true he had to make them, if he wanted to live through this. He was Aaron, but Aaron was Markus Yin Sung now. It didnt feel real, but it didnt feel like a lie. It wasnt like Aaron was his real name, either; it was just the one hed been given the last time someone wanted him to forget who hed been. Hed survived then. Become who hed needed to be to survive. It couldnt be that hard, doing it again.

He was Markus. Fine. It was just another name to go by. The Death could shut up about it now, please.

The lieutenant came for him just after noon. He stopped at the foot of the bed with an eye nearly as judgmental as the Deaths.

Well. You look somewhat presentable, at least.

Thank you, the Death said.

It took all of Aarons willpower not to glower at either of them in particular. I try.

Hand, Lochlann said, and Aaron obliged. The guardsman undid his cuff. The Lady will see you now.

Three Havens can get too heated in winter. I thought a colder clime might be more agreeable to my health.

Ah, she said, and sipped her tea. The petition is on schedule, then?

He had no idea what they were speaking of, but he didnt need to. Just had to repeat the Deaths words, the Deaths tone, the Deaths motions. Just had to get through this, without picturing Markus and the Lady having this same discussion over his portrait.

You could say that. You could keep changing the topic, as well. Who was he?

Aaron, she said. Not his name: the answer to his question. Before I say more, youll excuse me for asking. What is your full name? Birthday? Which tree were you most fond of climbing when you were a boy?

You cant be serious. He didnt meet her eyes, as Markus Death was advising, and re-advising, and hissing that he must do. Whatever look Markus would have given her, Aaron didnt trust himself to produce. He looked out over the city, instead. Markus Yin Sung. The second of Harvest, in the seven hundred seventieth year of this, our Last Reign. And white pines, which any child in their right mind would tell you, so let me give you a more distinguishing answer: you wear two keys on a chain around your neck, and the iron one is not to ward off the Gentry. Who was he?

Aaron, she repeated. Aaron of no particular last name. Aaron who died in an alley, and no one came to witness his pyre except a scribes apprentice.

Mabel had done that for him? That was he didnt know exactly what that was.

Nice of her, he said.

Markus Death pressed fingers into his temples. This is not how it goes. Please do not take liberties with either your dialogue or its timing. This moment has been scripted for longer than youve been alive, rat. Say, exactly, Id learned his name

Id learned his name already, as you may have noticed. Who was he?

She was not meeting his eyes, either. The dukes indiscretions did not end in a single act, Markus. Can we leave it at that? Truth does not always make matters clearer.

For now, Markus conceded, through Aarons mouth.

Its good to see you, Markus. I admit, the company will not be unwelcome. Well continue your trainingyou were about to begin on cloaks, werent you? Her lips twitched. I shall also be amused to see the look onwhat is the term you coined?the good lieutenants face when we have you back in your proper station. The rooms next to mine are open. Ill send a maid to battle the cobwebs.

Even as Markus Death heaved a sigh of relief, Aarons hands tensed around the tables edge. He hadnt quite understood, until that moment, exactly what the Deaths aim was. Hed known he was to take Markus place, but he hadnt understood. Markus was a noble, and apparently a member of the Late Wake. The Lady was the leader of those skin stealers. Of course shed put the boy in a room befitting his station. Of course shed expect that they would have so very much to talk about.

This was how it was going to be, wasnt it? The entire winter. The rest of his life. Markus Death shouting stage directions and him quoting his lines while he hid sweaty palms.

The princes life is in danger, Aaron blurted. Orins. There will be an assassination attempt within the next few weeks.

Next to him, the Lady went very still. So did Markus Death.

Can I guess who paid the coin? she asked.

No doubt. No doubt better than he could, in fact.

Is this why you came north?

We can still salvage this, the Death said, his rings furiously spinning as his thumb rubbed against them. Say, Only Orin

Its not the kind of news a person can trust to a letter, is it? Aaron said. Messengers get lost. Stabbed in back alleys, even.

There were thin lines at the edges of her eyes, he noticed for the first time. Little brush strokes of age on her forehead and at the corners of her mouth, laid down by an artists hand. Hed taken her for a younger woman when hed first seen her on the ramparts. She wasnt. But the silver blended with her blonde hair, and there had been nothing old in the way she moved. Not until she drew her hand back through her hair and there was a weight to the motion that hed only seen in the very old.

Is it only Orin? she asked.

I dont know for certain, Aaron answered, honestly enough.

Youre not here to socialize, I take it. And you didnt pick that name on a whim, nor hold to your act because you wished to inspect the quality of our dungeons.

Markus Death ran tense fingers through his own hair. Are you trying to ruin this?

She looked down at the portrait. Markus to him, Aaron to her; the dead boy, either way. She raised her gaze again and met his. If they hired local, its the Kindly Souls. This wont be like a trip to the Fair Fields, Markus. There are no rules to follow that will keep you safe. Spying on humans is a craft of its own, and they know this boy. Can you really play at being Aaron?

Yes, he answered, to the both of them.