Page 30 of The Seeker
He sat across the table as Rhys shut the laptop and moved it to the side.
The imposing scribe nodded at the laptop. “My daughter likes this kind of technology as well.”
“I can assume you’re Meera’s father?”
“You can.”
“She was telling me she’s been able to record some Irina songs.”
A stern eyebrow rose. “Her mother does not approve.”
“But Meera has a mind of her own.”
A slight smile. “That she does.”
“I am Rhys of Glast,” he said. “Archivist of the Istanbul house, watched by Malachi and sent by Damien and Sari of Rekaves. I came here to assist your daughter in any way she needs as our house was told that Atawakabiche, last leader of the Uwachi Toma, may be living. I wish to conceal nothing from you, your mate, or your daughter.”
Maarut stared at Rhys with his arms crossed across his massive chest. “Are you always so formal?”
Rhys let out a breath. “No. But I spoke to Damien yesterday; he told me who you are. I think he was attempting to scare the arrogance out of me.”
“Did it work?”
“According to my brothers, nothing will.”
Maarut smiled. “We are not so formal here. In Udaipur, it was easy to follow protocol. Here, things are different. Life is softer.”
“Is that why Meera likes it?”
“You’d have to ask her that question.”
“I will.”
“But will you listen?” Maarut asked. “That is the problem, you see. Too many in her life give deference, but they only pretend to listen.”
“Who wouldn’t listen to the heir of Anamitra?”
Maarut narrowed his eyes. “If the heir of Anamitra speaks, the whole world listens. But I am speaking of my daughter.”
Rhys frowned. “With all respect, can we dispense with the subterfuge? I’m not trying to be invasive, but at this point I am quite sure that MeeraisMeera Bai, the heir of Anamitra. You are her father, Maarut of the Tomir and mate of Patiala, who is a dear friend of Sari. I’m trying to help. I’m not here to expose you.”
“You’re young,” Maarut said. “You will learn, or she will dismiss you.”
“If Meera did not request help, then I’m quite certain Patiala did. I don’t enjoy wasting time.”
Maarut’s friendly expression didn’t waver. “You are impatient.”
“Always.”
“Acknowledging your faults doesn’t excuse them, brother.”
Rhys leaned forward. “I’m here to help. I promise that. If you’re interested in that help, then let me assist you. If not, then I will leave.”
“No, you won’t. You’re too much of a hunter. I can see it in your eyes. You’re curious now. You won’t be able to leave it alone.” Maarut rose. “I will tell Patiala I have met you and share my impressions with her. You are correct. She is the one who called you.”
“Why?” Rhys rose to look Maarut in the eye. “It’s quite clear her daughter doesn’t want me here.”
“Mothers and daughters.” Maarut gave an enormous shrug. “They are a mystery. Patiala will want to meet you.”
