12. Chapter 12
TAU
Aking who has just handed away a portion of his own power discovers very quickly which of the people around him truly wanted his good, and which had only wanted his favour.
It had been eight days since I stood before the pride and dissolved the harem, and another six since Ellie's council began, haltingly, to become a real thing rather than a shape drawn in seed cakes at a fire, and in that time I'd learned more about my own kingdom than in thirty years of ruling it.
I'd learned it as you learn the true shape of a river only when you try to dam it.
The strong hunters who'd always flattered me now watched me with a wariness that had teeth in it, because a council of voices meant their loud ones counted for less.
The old men who kept the traditions muttered that the mound had stood a hundred years on the old ways and would fall in a season on the new.
And a great many people who had never once in their lives been asked what they thought of anything walked a little straighter, because someone had suggested that what they thought might matter.
The change ran through the women like snowmelt through a frozen stream, invisible at first, then everywhere at once.
I hadn't understood, until Ellie made me look at it, how much of my pride's life had been lived by its women in silence.
They kept the fires, the stores, the children, the hundred small workings that held a settlement together, and not one of them had ever had a voice in how any of it was decided.
Now the freed women, the ones I'd stripped of everything with my grand gesture, the ones Ellie had built a place for out of nothing, were the first to take seats at the new council, because they had the least to lose and the most to prove, and with them came others.
A hearth-keeper who'd fed half the mound for twenty years and never been thanked once stood up at the second gathering and spoke about the winter stores with a clear hard competence that silenced the room.
A young mother pointed out a flaw in the hunting rotas that three generations of hunters had walked past. The pride was discovering that it had been deaf in one ear its whole life, and Ellie had simply reached over and unstopped it.
The freed young lioness was the one I couldn't stop watching.
She was the girl who'd sat at the edge of the fires on the first evening, belonging to nothing, the living proof of the harm my grand gesture had done, and she was the one who changed most. Ellie put her to work first, of course, because Ellie's answer to a lost soul was always a task and a full belly; she had the girl grinding seed and tending the cook-stone within a day of the harem falling.
Then, at the third gathering of the council, when a dispute rose over which shelters the freed women could claim, it was that same girl who stood up in front of the whole pride and spoke, haltingly, terrified, her hands shaking, making the case for herself and the others so plainly and so well that the matter was settled in her favour before the loud men had finished drawing breath to object.
She sat back down shaking still, and across the fire I watched Ellie look at her with a fierce quiet joy, the look of a woman watching someone become the thing she'd always been underneath, and there it was, laid bare at my own fire, Ellie's true craft.
It had never really been the cooking, though the cooking was the door, her true craft was the making of people into more than the world had told them they were allowed to be.
I had ruled these people for thirty years and never once given them that. It had taken a captive foreign woman with two hundred words of my language a fortnight to do what my whole golden reign had not.
I watched all of this with a feeling I didn't have a name for, until I realised, one evening, that the name for it was pride, the human kind, the one that has nothing to do with a mound or a crown, the swelling thing in the chest when you watch something good come into being.
I was proud of them, and prouder still of her.
Underneath the pride, coiled and quiet and growing, was the thing I'd been refusing to look at directly since the morning the bond snapped, because looking at it made me a fool, and I'd spent my whole life making very sure I was never anyone's fool.
I was falling in love with her. This was no mere pull of the bond, which I could have dismissed as the goddess's mischief; it was the other thing entirely, the slow helpless human thing, built out of watching her be exactly who she was.
Sawa cornered me about it, because of course she did.
"The council's working," she said, which from my sister was practically a garland of flowers.
We were walking the edge of the settlement in the blue evening, the two of us, as we'd walked and talked since we were cubs.
"Better than working, if I'm honest. The hearth-women trust it.
The freed ones have somewhere to stand. Even the old men are grumbling less, now they've got seats of their own to grumble from.
" She was quiet a moment. "It's a good thing she's built, Tau.
I'll say that much, and you may hold me to having said it. "
"You've changed your song. A fortnight ago you wanted me to watch her for a schemer."
"I did watch her." Sawa's chin came up, ready for a fight.
"That's rather the point. I watched her as I watch everything, and a schemer builds things that funnel power toward herself.
She built a thing that funnels it away from you and toward people who've never held any, including toward me, which she had no reason to do and gained nothing by.
" Her voice roughened, as it did on the rare occasions she let a true feeling show.
"She gave me a seat at the head of the thing, Tau.
Me, of all people, the sister everyone passed over.
She didn't have to. She did it because she looked at the pride and saw who should be leading it, and it wasn't the loudest man in the room.
" She stopped there on the path and turned to face me.
"I came to warn you off a user," Sawa went on, "and I stayed to help her build.
When that changed I couldn't tell you, and I don't entirely like not knowing, but there it is. "
It was the closest my sister had ever come to admitting she'd been wrong about anyone, and I didn't rub her nose in it, because you don't with Sawa, if you want to keep the ground you've gained.
"Then you approve," I said carefully.
"I approve of the council." She fixed me with the flat dark stare that had been seeing through me since before I had a mane.
"I'm still deciding about you and her. Because a bond's a bond, brother, and a man in love is a man with his throat bared, and I've spent my whole life keeping your throat covered.
" She started walking again. "Just take it slowly, brother.
She's not one of the ones who wants the king. Don't you dare treat her like she is."
As if I needed telling. As if I hadn't learned that lesson at the sharp end the first morning, when she'd looked at everything I offered and wanted none of it.
* * *
Eleya was the harder conversation, and I'd been avoiding it, which was itself a kind of cowardice I wasn't proud of.
Of all the freed women, she was the one my grand gesture had cost the most, because she was the one with the most to lose and the most she couldn't say.
The others had lost standing; Eleya had lost cover.
The harem tradition, whatever cruelty was in it, had given her a reason to be near Sawa that no one questioned, a consort of the king kept close to the king's own sister was simply the shape of things, and no one looked twice.
Dissolve the tradition, and the shape came apart, and the two of them were left holding a secret with no structure left to hide it inside.
I'd protected them for years by looking the other way.
In one impulsive morning of doing the honest thing, I'd stripped the walls off the very thing my dishonesty had been sheltering.
I found her at the edge of the women's fires, apart as she always kept herself now, and I sat down across from her without ceremony, king and consort both gone out of it, just two people who shared a dangerous secret.
"I owe you an apology," I said. "The truth is I didn't think it through.
When I dissolved the harem, I was thinking of the wrong she was speaking against, and never once stopped to reckon what the tradition had been quietly buying you and Sawa.
I took your cover and gave you nothing in its place. I'm sorry for it."
Eleya kept her face turned to the fire, letting the apology sit unanswered between us.
She'd never been easy with me, even in the years I'd sheltered her, because she'd spent them braced for the day I might change my mind and demand what a king could demand, and no amount of my forbearance had ever quite convinced her the demand wasn't coming.
It shamed me, that bracing; it was the clearest proof I'd ever had of what the tradition truly was, whatever soft words we dressed it in.
"You're not going to tell anyone," she said, and there was no asking in it, only the thing she'd been most afraid of since the harem fell, laid bare.