So, I was looking at some older bits-n-pieces, and found this. It never worked into a story, but it reflects a slightly take on Rada Ni Drako (the Cat Among Dragons series). I might have posted it before, but I don’t recall.
He couldn’t sleep. The new matting on his sleeping platform felt hard, the bolster did not fit his flanks and the still air stifled him. Shii-lak put on a light robe and slipped out of his quarters. The young male should not have known the back way and he gloated a little as he stole silently through the old, forgotten passage. His passing stirred dust at first before he entered a slightly more trafficked section. He recalled his dam explaining that this would be where the servants came on their errands. The reptile paused at a turning, considered his options and took the weak-side corridor.
His dam had taught him the back ways. “This is female knowledge,” she’d warned him over and over. “Only in dire need should you tell what you learn of the back ways. The main ways are for males and nobles, the hidden for females, servants, and such.” Common born and chosen for the Imperial quarters because of her lithe form and soft hide, his dam had kept no secrets from her son. “You will inherit nothing. Therefore you must learn everything and hide it all. On that your survival may depend, blade in my forefoot.” She’d hoped that he might become a senior servant, either in the Palace or more likely in the retinue of a noble. And it was to one noble in particular that her long-ago words sent him this night, through the back ways.
“He is not a Great Lord. But he is the greatest of the court lords, the one who can be trusted. If you ever have need, go to him and tell him that I sent you in the name of Lady Zabet. If there is any way he can, he will help you, and if not then he will be honest with you.” Only one individual in all of the thousands living and working in the Court carried the name “The Trusted One.” Not that any of those who used it called him that in his hearing. No, it was a heart name, used by those who knew but never where other ears might overhear. Even the noble in question remained in ignorance of his own heart name. Instead he used a battle name, one that made his enemies tremble and his allies rejoice and those under his protection walk without fear. Or so the servants whispered among themselves.
After three more turnings and changes, Shii-lak thought he had found his target. He’d never come to this part of the Palace via the back ways before and he hesitated, forefoot raised. He heard a sound and his eyes widened: he’d reached his destination. The reptile carefully felt the old wood in the side of the passage until he found a latch. His talons closed on cool metal and he breathed a prayer to his sire’s Ancestors that it would work. He squeezed and the latch moved, releasing the pin and allowing him to ease the door open. It swung silently and the reptile eased down around the back of a sleeping platform, into the noble’s inner chamber.
He looked around, curious. Nothing seemed unusual, aside from a small table draped in white fabric with metal and wood artwork on it. He assumed it was artwork. It could not be a weapon and certainly bore no resemblance to the usual images and items on an altar. However, something much more interesting captured his attention and Shii-lak slipped forward until he could see into the noble’s public room. The reptile stole a cushion from the small pile by the open doorway and settled onto it, pillowing his head and upper chest off of the cold tile and wood floor.
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Commander Rada Lord Ni Drako, called Lord Reh-dakh, wondered why a teen-aged male had snuck into her private quarters and now lay just out of sight (he thought) in the doorway. She glanced down and made certain that her hold-out weapons were within quick reach, then turned her attention back to the piece of music she was working on. It was very difficult and she repeated the pattern of notes again to make absolutely certain that she had it in her muscle memory and ear. Something still did not quite match her memory and the mammal frowned, trying a different combination of notes. Ah! There it was: a flat on the run back up the scale, modulating the theme into a minor that set the pattern for the second half of the lament. Now she had it and she played the entire song through, vocalizing along with it this time. The song was not exactly pretty but it certainly caught the ear and heart, which was why she’d decided to learn it.
When that was done, Rada stopped and stretched her hands and wrists, shaking them a little. She was in a slightly melancholy mood and decided to try that old Earth song “the Coventry Carol.” The odd major-minor piece, a lament for murdered juniors, came easily. For some reason the humans she worked with from time to time always wanted to hear it at Christmas and she obliged them so it stayed fresh in her memories. She noticed that the male in her doorway flinched at the song and she wondered why.
On a hunch, she followed it with “O’Carolan’s Farewell to Music.” If Zabet had been there Rada would not have played it, but her “concubine” was out that night and so Rada indulged. The male stared at her, his expression mirroring the sorrow and uncertainty in the old Terran song. With that, Rada knew why he’d come in the night to her quarters, although she had no idea who he was. Probably a servant, one of the young ones who’d been sold into service; a practice she utterly abhorred. The ‘boy’ uttered a fluty, hollow mourning wail of the sort she’d heard far, far too many times in her over seven centuries of life.
“Come in. I won’t bite you or report you,” she offered, putting some of her Gift behind the half-sung words. Azdhagi minds did not respond to her talents as did draconic or mammalian but he was young enough not to have developed the innate mental wall of an adult. He crept forward and she blinked at his size—not a servant-born then, not with that amount of mass on his frame. He wasn’t one of her cadets, either, or he’d never have dared to intrude. Neither would he have known how to enter her quarters by the back way. “What do you need?”
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Shii-lak hesitated as worry warred with pride. Damn it, he was his sire’s son and should never have let his feelings show so plainly. But Reh-dakh had helped his dam, or rather Reh-dakh’s concubine had, and now he needed someone to ask advice of. Someone he could trust who would not try to use him. That he’d learned even before his second growth time: beware of adults who petted with their tail while hiding their forefoot. “What am I supposed to be?” he blurted.
The mammal set aside the musical instrument he had been playing and stood on his hind legs, then sat on a cushion on the floor. “What do you want to be?” He asked in reply.
“I,” and Shii-lak stopped, neck spines twitching in confusion. He’d never thought about it. No one had ever asked him. He stared towards the large window in the stone wall, noting that Shibo had dropped below the top of the palace’s roofs. “I don’t know.”
Reh-dakh studied her visitor carefully. His robe, though plain, seemed finer than it should be. It fit too well to be a noble’s cast off given to a servant. Well, it did not matter to her, really. “What are you meant to be?” she inquired.
“A servant,” he replied instantly. Then he caught himself again. “No. I’m supposed to be a warrior and a scholar.” The young male paced back and forth across the tiled floor before turning back to the patiently waiting mammal. “My dam said, that is, she said that if I needed help or advice to come to you, in Lady Zabet’s name, and that you would help me if you could.” The words rushed out of him like the Zhangki in spring flood and were almost as muddled to Reh-dakh’s ear.
“It is a high calling to be a warrior and a scholar. Almost as high as being a true servant,” the mammal said in a thoughtful tone.
Shii-lak flopped onto a cushion and stared at the noble. “Warriors outrank servants. How can it be a higher calling to serve than to fight? That makes no sense.”
The mammal waved one of his stubby talon-tipped forefoot appendages at the Azdhag. “I am a servant. The King-Emperor, if he is truly worthy of his titles, is a servant just as much as the unseen ones here in the palace or out in the fields. The Minister of War serves as well. Think of your learning,” and the mammal leaned forward, catching Shii-lak’s eyes with his single silvery one. “What are the vows of the Lord Defender?”
“To serve and protect the people of Drakon IV and to obey the King-Emperor only as the King-Emperor commands the armies of Drakon IV,” the youngster replied automatically.
“And what are the vows of the King-Emperor?”
His tail-tip flicking as he tried to remember, the blotchy male ventured, “To bring honor to the Ancestors, to rule and defend the people of the Azdhag Empire and DeShan’s World, and to live so as to bring honor to the Azdhagi?” Yes, that was it.
Reh-dakh let him think about the words he’d just recited. “Exactly. Which means what? How does the King-Emperor bring honor to the Azdhagi?”
“By expanding the Empire and defeating our enemies!” Except that was not the answer Reh-dakh wanted, if the mammal’s unhappy forefoot gesture meant anything. Shii-lak’s spines flattened again at the mammal’s displeasure.
“Anyone can do that. You could do that, given enough resources and time,” Reh-dakh snorted, making Shii-lak flinch. “Lan-zhe secured the border beyond DeShan’s world, or so it seemed. Would you call Lan-zhe a good emperor?”
Shii-lak’s forefoot and tail swung in a firm negation. “Not at all. He crippled Drakon IV and left ten year-turns of chaos after he abdicated.” The last word came as a sneer.
“I wouldn’t go that far, young male. The Great Lords and I kept things organized and running long enough for Lo-dan to learn and become a King-Emperor in truth as well as in title,” Reh-dakh corrected firmly, all but tapping his muzzle-tip with the mammal’s iron war fan. “You forget to whom you speak.”
Automatically, Shii-lak dropped his head in submission. “Your pardon, Lord Mammal.”
“Lan-zhe reigned. He did not rule, and that made all the difference in the world between him and his son Lo-dan.” Reh-dakh explained, grooming the tip of his thin tail with his claws, “Lo-dan served the Empire just as I do, just as Great Lord Kirlin does, just as the Vizier does, just as the peasant in the field does. Just as the Great Shi-dan did and still does.” Reh-dakh sat back, adding quietly, “Think on my words, young male, and see if they lead you out of the thicket you are in.”
Shii-lak’s training overrode his questions and he rose, bowing to the noble as he heard the dismissal. “Thank you, Lord Mammal.”
“Use the back way out,” Reh-dakh ordered, rising to his hindlegs and towering over the reptile. “And know that my prayers are with you on the loss of your dam. She brought grace to the Imperial Quarters and her beauty and wisdom are missed by many.” With that the scarred mammal turned, not allowing Shii-lak time to respond. The young male bowed again and hurried out of the noble’s chamber, the alien’s words chasing around and around in his skull.
After he left, Rada flopped out onto her sleeping platform. Eye closed, she reached for the timethreads winding through and around Drakon IV, trying to sense the pattern. Nothing had shifted, although she noted a minor thread that wandered off and faded away as she “watched” with her mind. It was an option that no longer played a role in the future of Drakon IV and she wondered briefly what it had been. Then she turned her attention to what would be, or might come to be, and withdrew into herself after finding no near-term threats or knots in the time-stream. The woman dozed off.
Back in the Imperial wing, Shii-lak composed himself on his new sleeping platform. The mammal’s words both confused and comforted him, and he decided that he needed to learn more about Shi-dan, Lo-dan and the others that the mammal had named.
Ten year-turns later, the Lord Defender knelt before a new King-Emperor and renewed her oaths to Drakon IV and to the Azdhag Empire. “You may rise, Commander Reh-dakh Lord Ni Drako,” a deep voice rumbled and the mammal did as ordered, the signet on her headpiece tapping her forehead gently. The reptile now dominating the Great Throne Room studied the commander of his throneworld’s military and was pleased with what he saw. For her part, Reh-dakh liked what she’d seen and heard of the former Prince Imperial. The blotchy reptile had grown and filled out over the past years but retained his dam’s grace and wits. His sire had chosen well in naming Shii-lak as heir, Reh-dakh thought to herself as she waited for the new King-Emperor’s command.
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