Page 124 of Dawn Caravan
“Perhaps he’s worried they don’t have what they need,” Ben said.
“He should look to his own house,” Kezia said. “For mine is well-provisioned.”
Ben wondered if Kezia had as good a grip on her people as she thought. More than one revolution had started because the people were dissatisfied with the excess of their rulers. And he hadn’t forgotten what Radu said when he first took the job.
…if confidence is lost at any time, the mortal and immortal members of the Poshaniya will overthrow that member and choose another.
Ben didn’t want to probe too hard. “Tell me about this festival,” he said. “What does it commemorate?”
“It is a celebration of our sire’s day of turning,” Radu said. “During the first full moon of the summer, all the Poshani gather. It is a party of course, and a chance to catch up with friends and family.”
“But,” Kezia said. “The terrin—my brothers and I—we also take up important matters.” She glanced at Radu. “This year is particularly important for our people’s future.”
“Oh?” Ben was curious how much she’d share.
“Outsiders should take no special notice,” Kezia said. “You are invited for the parties, not the politics.”
Radu cleared his throat. “Ben, what has been your favorite part of traveling with the Dawn Caravan?”
“Other than the company?” Ben lifted his glass.
Kezia and Radu clinked theirs with appreciative noises.
“Of course the company!”
“A good story will save a night,” Kezia said. “And what else?”
“I love the music.” He saw Vano headed in the direction of Tenzin’s trailer. “Uh… the food has been great too. Just everything. I love the scenery.”
“We are headed to a beautiful lake region,” Kezia said. “You will enjoy it.”
“Perhaps.” Radu’s voice was sharp. “The darigan, of course, decide where and when the caravan travels. They take many things into consideration.”
“Yes.” Kezia smiled. “We all depend on the wisdom of the darigan.”
Ben lifted his glass. “To the wisdom of the darigan.”
“To the darigan,” Radu toasted.
The corner of Kezia’s mouth turned up. “May they never burn us alive.”
* * *
Tenzin hovered in a shadow,listening to Ben, Kezia, and Radu speak.
“May they never burn us alive.”
Wow. Dark.
Tenzin wasn’t worried about the darigan burning her in her sleep. She didn’t sleep and she always had an escape plan when it came to any situation. Currently, it involved a very heavy cloak stored under her bed and the location of natural limestone caves within a few minutes’ flying distance, should the need arise.
But why was Kezia questioning the loyalty of the darigan? Had something fundamental changed? The interdependence of the darigan and the Hazar was a foundational part of Poshani culture. What could disturb that?
Tenzin landed softly on the grass behind a kitchen trailer and started walking back to her caravan. She’d suspected Vano from the beginning, but now she was wondering just how much Kezia might be involved. Maybe it wasn’t Vano trying to maneuver Radu out of the terrin. Maybe it was Vano and Kezia trying to make a trio into a duo of power.
She rounded the corner and sensed a large group just ahead.
Vano and some of his men if she had to guess by scent.
