She nodded and then hobbled her way out, patting my arm in passing. I was too lost in thought to say good-bye, but then I recalled myself and turned, just as she opened the door to leave.

What is it that an Arameri should know, Auntie? I asked. It was something I had wondered since our first meeting.

She paused, glanced back at me. How to be cruel, she said very softly. How to spend life like currency and wield death itself as a weapon. She lowered her eyes. Your mother told me that, once. Ive never forgotten it.

I stared at her, dry-mouthed.

Ras Onchi bowed to me, respectfully. I will pray, she said, that you never learn this for yourself.

* * *

Back in Sky.

I had regained most of my composure by the time I went in search of Sciminas apartment. Her quarters were not far from my own, as all fullbloods in Sky are housed on the topmost level of the palace. She had gone one step further and claimed one of Skys greater spires as her domain, which meant that the lifts did me no good. With a passing servants aid I found the carpeted stairs leading up the spire. The stairway was not a great heightperhaps three storiesbut my thighs were burning by the time I reached the landing, and I wondered why shed chosen to live in such a place. The fitter highbloods would have no trouble and the servants had no choice, but I could not imagine someone as infirm as, say, Dekarta, making the climb. Perhaps that was the idea.

The door swung open at my knock. Inside I found myself in a vaulted corridor, lined on either side by statues, windows, and vases of some sort of flowering plant. The statues were of no one I recognized: beautiful young men and women naked and in artful poses. At the end the corridor opened out into a circular chamber that was furnished with cushions and low tablesno chairs. Sciminas guests were clearly meant to either stand or sit on the floor.

At the center of the circular room, a couch sat on an elevated dais. I wondered whether it was intentional on Sciminas part that this place felt so much like a throne room.

Scimina was not present, though I could see another corridor just beyond the dais, ostensibly leading into the apartments more private chambers. Assuming she meant to keep me waiting, I sighed and settled myself, looking around. That was when I noticed the man.

He sat with his back propped against one of the rooms wide windows, his posture not so much casual as insolent, with one leg drawn up and his head lolling to the side. It took me a moment to realize he was naked, because his hair was very long and draped over his shoulder, covering most of his torso. It took me another moment to understand, with a jarring chill, that this was Nahadoth.

Or at least, I thought it was him. His face was beautiful as usual, but strange somehow, and I realized for the first time that it was stilljust one face, one set of features, and not the endlessly shifting melange that I usually saw. His eyes were brown, and not the yawning pits of black I recalled; his skin was pale, but it was a human pallor like that of an Amn, and not the glow of moonshine or starlight. He watched me lazily, unmoving except to blink, a faint smile curving lips that were just a shade too thin for my tastes.

Hello, he said. Its been a while.

I had just seen him the night before.

Good morning, Lord Nahadoth, I said, using politeness to cover my unease. Are you well?

He shifted a littlejust enough for me to see the thin silver collar round his neck and the chain that dangled from it. Abruptly I understood. By day I am human, Nahadoth had said. No power save Itempas Himself could chain the Nightlord at night, but by day he was weak. And different. I searched his face but saw none of the madness that had been there my first night in Sky. What I saw instead was calculation.

I am very well, he said. He touched his tongue to his lips, which made me think of a snake testing the air. Spending the afternoon with Scimina is usually enjoyable. Though I do grow bored so easily. He paused, just for a breath. Variety helps.

There was no doubt as to what he meantnot with his eyes stripping my clothing as I stood there. I think he meant for his words to unnerve me, but instead, strangely, they cleared my thoughts.

Why does she chain you? I asked. To remind you of your weakness?

His eyebrows rose a touch. There was no true surprise in his expression, just a momentary heightening of interest. Does it bother you?

No. But I saw at once by the sharpening of his eyes that he knew I was lying.

He sat forward, the chain making the faintest of sounds, like distant chimes. His eyes, human and hungry and so very, very cruel, stripped me anew, though not sexually this time. Youre not in love with him, he said, thoughtful. Youre not that stupid. But you want him.

I did not like this, but I had no intention of admitting it. There was something in this Nahadoth that reminded me of a bully, and one did not show weakness before that.