With that parting shot, more like a taunting volley of stinging crossbow bolts in advance of a battle, he deserted me for the company of his friends who just then surged in through the gate. After an excited conversation they hurried out. For the next three days I barely saw him. Our regular customers talked of nothing except a huge outdoor meeting planned in support of the call for an Assembly. They began a betting pool on how quickly violence would break out and how many would be shot or arrested by the wardens.
“Can I go?” Luce asked plaintively, to which her mother and grandmother united in a staggeringly firm “No,” after which they confiscated the money collected by the betting pool and distributed the coins to the beggars and mothers of twins in the local market.
“Yee shall not go either, Cat,” Aunty said to me later, “for there shall be wardens out in plenty. Yee must do nothing to come to they attention.”
“I won’t go,” I promised her.
The morning of the day planned for the demonstration dawned red. The winds died, and the air’s flavor deadened and then came alive with an odd anticipatory snap. People hurried home early from work, and at the boardinghouse we shuttered all the windows and braced doors and furniture and storage barrels as well as tightly roping down the roof cistern.
I overheard Uncle Joe say to Vai, “They shall have to cancel the demonstration.”
At dusk a storm blew through with gusting winds and pelting rain. Flying above it, a shuddering voice sang in a language I did not know, with words like drumrolls and trumpet shrieks whose cadence made me twist and turn all night until dawn came and the winds calmed and the rain ceased. The storm had torn down a few trees and damaged a few roofs.
“Was that a hurricane?” I asked Luce as her little sisters swept away leaves and broken branches while we took down the shutters and unstacked tables and benches.
She grinned cheekily. “Yee’s such a maku. That was nothing. I’s so angry. I was all set to sneak out to the demonstration. Yee shall not tell, will yee?”
“Will you promise me you’ll never go to such a demonstration without permission and someone to keep an eye on you?”
She frowned. “Yee’s no help! Anyway, Vai say yee want to go to a batey match. There is a women’s game here in Passaporte come Venerday. Yee shall go with me and me friends.”
“I’d like that. Luce, how did Vai and Kayleigh get here?”
Two of the little lads had begun bashing each other with broken branches. She chased them down, took the branches away, and returned to me. “Yee can ask him that question.”
“I can, but I’m asking you instead of telling Aunty that you meant to sneak out.”
She rolled her eyes in that way she had. “Yee just don’ want to ask him. I don’ know what yee and he fought over—”
“Which is none of your business.”
“Ooo! That is a sour face! Can yee make goat’s milk curdle with it?”
I laughed, spotted the little lads digging for branches in the sweepings, and gave them the eye. They ran off giggling, without branches.
“They came in on the fourth day of Martius.”
“You remember exactly?”
“Me father is a sailor. Of course I know all the shipping schedules.” She levered up a bench and I caught the end to help her carry it. “They two came here to the boardinghouse on the fifth of Martius. They came in on a vessel out of Porto Dumnos ’twas hauling barrels of salted fish. No chance of missing that, for they clothes stank of herring.”
No wonder Vai had been unable to follow me into the spirit world. By Imbolc, at the beginning of Februarius, he had already been at sea, undoubtedly at the mansa’s command.
“Do you know the exact date General Camjiata arrived?” When she gave me a curious look, I hurried on. “He is quite the villain in Europa. No wonder the Council isn’t happy he came.”
“That man shall bring all kind of trouble,” she agreed. “He made landfall on the nineteenth day of Februarius on a schooner registered to a local shipping house.”
Which meant his breakout had been planned long in advance.
“He came looking for yee, Cat,” said Luce with a frown.
“The general?” I asked with real alarm. I did not need that complication on top of all else!
She rolled her eyes again. “Yee’s an escaped Amazon from he army?”
“Can’t I have made a joke?” I said with a false smile as I realized what she had meant.
“No joke to he who traveled so far to seek yee.”