soldiers drew their swords, the young man fought free and tugged a knife from his boot; he leaped toward the cloak, but spears pinned him before he reached her.
âHe concealed no nai.â Her tone remained even as she watched him thrashing, still fighting forward despite flesh pierced and his blood flowing. âHe came to attack me. That is why he hid his gaze.â
âNo heart can be hidden from you, Holy One,â murmured the sergeant. âCut his throat.â
The young man screamed; his failure was worse than the pain, no doubt. At least this one had fought back instead of waiting passively, too fearful or too shamed to stand up.
âEnough,â Nekkar said aloud.
What a gods-rotted fool he was, knowing he was responsible for the temple and yet staggering to his feet because he could not bear to watch this perverse assizes any longer. He straightened, grimacing at the stabbing pains in his abused body.
âHeya!â barked the sergeant. âStop, or youâll be cut down likewise.â
Nekkar faced the woman in the cloak. âEnough! Why do you do this? Are you not a Guardian? For by your look, and your power, you seem to be one of those who wear Taruâs cloak andwield the second heart and the third eye to judge those who have broken the law. The orphaned girl prayed to the gods to bring peace to the land, not cleansing.â
âDoes cleansing not bring about peace?â
âAs well argue that fear and terror bring about peace. Guardians are meant to establish justice. Is that what you call this?
Justice?
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âStay your hand,â said the cloaked woman before the soldiers could rain blows down upon him. She captured his gaze.
Aui! There it all tumbled as she spun the threads out of his heart: the mistakes he had made, the harsh words he had spoken, his youthful temper and rashness and the fights heâd gotten into, breaking one manâs nose and anotherâs arm, the girl heâd impregnated the month before he had entered the temple for his apprenticeship year. He had afterward lied outright, saying it wasnât his seed, to avoid marrying her, and afterward taken seven years of temple service to make sure they couldnât force him, although many years later after being humbled and honed by the discipline of envoyship, he had made restitution to her clan. And what of his twenty years bedding Vassa? Yet what had he and Vassa to be ashamed of, he an ostiary forbidden to marry and she a young widow who had preferred her widowhood to a second marriage arranged by her clan? They did nothing wrong by sharing a pallet; he served the temple as he had done for thirty years and she cooked in her familyâs neighboring compound as she had done her entire life.
Enough! The cloakâs gaze pierced him, but it did not cripple him. He had made peace with his mistakes and his faults.
She regarded him with a sharp frown. âThe gods enjoined the Guardians to seek justice. People suffer or die through a recognition of their own crimes, in their own hearts.â
âIt looks to me like you kill them. Or hand them over to your lackeys to be cleansed. If you believe that to be justice, then you are no Guardian!â
The sergeant snarled. The soldiers hissed with fear.
âYou are bold in your honesty, Ostiary Nekkar,â she said, having gleaned his name from his thoughts. âYou provided a census of your temple to the authorities, I see. Know you of outlandersin this city? Know you of any man or woman, outlander or Hundred folk, who can see ghosts, as the gods-touched are said to do?â
He did not want to tell her, but his thoughts spilled their secrets and she lapped them up however he struggled to conceal what he knew of Stone Quarterâs clans and compounds. He wept furiously, hating how he betrayed them: He knew of eight outlanders who were slaves in Stone Quarter, and heâd glimpsed others in Flag, Bell, Wolf, and Fifth
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