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The twins nodded.
“But why—what was he—” She couldn’t understand why they looked so calm. “What’s he doing with them? What does he want?”
“Well, Feylen the man probably wants to die,” Chaghan said.
“Then what does—”
“The Wind God? Who knows?” He rubbed his hands up and down his arms. “The gods are agents of pure chaos. Behind the veil they’re balanced, each one against the other sixty-three, but if you set them loose in the material world, they’re like water bursting from a broken dam. With no opposing force to check them, they’ll do whatever they want. And we never know what the gods want. He’ll create a light breeze one day, and then a typhoon the next. The one thing you can expect is inconsistency.”
“But then why’s he fighting for them?” Rin asked. Wars took consistency. Unpredictable and uncontrollable soldiers were worse than none.
“I think he’s scared of someone,” Chaghan said. “Someone who can frighten him into obeying orders.”
“Daji?”
“Who else?”
“Good, you’re awake.” Kitay emerged into the clearing, carrying a bundle of sticks. He was drenched, curly hair plastered to his temples. Rin saw bloody scratches all over his face and arms where he’d hit the rocks, but otherwise he looked unharmed.
“You’re all right?” she asked.
“Eh. My bad arm’s feeling a bit off, but I think it’s just the cold.” He tossed the bundle onto the damp dirt. “Are you hurt?”
She was so cold it was hard to tell. Everything just felt numb. She flexed her arms, wiggled her fingers, and found no trouble. Then she tried to stand up. Her left leg buckled beneath her.
“Fuck.” She ran her fingers over her ankle. It was painfully tender to the touch, throbbing wherever she pressed it.
Kitay knelt down beside her. “Can you wiggle your toes?”
She tried, and they obeyed. That was a minor relief. This wasn’t a break, then, just a sprain. She was used to sprains. They’d been common for students at Sinegard; she’d learned how to deal with them years ago. She just needed something like cloth for compression.
“Does anyone have a knife?” she asked.
“I’ve got one.” Qara fished around in her pockets and tossed a small hunting knife in her direction.
Rin unsheathed it, held her trouser leg taut, and cut off a strip at the ankle. She ripped that longways into two pieces and wrapped them tightly around her ankle.
“At least you don’t have to worry about keeping it cool,” said Kitay.
She didn’t have the energy to laugh. She flexed her ankle, and another tremor of pain shot up her leg. She winced. “Are we the only ones who made it out?”
“If only. We’ve got a bit of company.” He nodded to his left.
She followed his line of sight and saw a cluster of bodies—maybe seven, eight—huddled together a little ways up the riverbank. Gray cassocks, light hair. No army uniforms. They were all from the Gray Company.
She could recognize Augus. She wouldn’t have been able to pick the rest out of a line—Hesperian faces looked so similar to her, all pale and sparse. She noticed with relief that Sister Petra was not among them.
They looked miserable. They were breathing and blinking—moving just enough that Rin could tell they were alive, but otherwise they seemed frozen stiff. Their skin was pale as snow; their lips were turning blue.
Rin waved at them and pointed to the bundle of sticks. “Come over here. We’ll build a fire.”
She may as well try to be kind. If she could save some of the Gray Company from freezing to death, they might win her some political capital with the Hesperians when—if—they made it back to Arlong.
The missionaries made no move to get up.
She tried again in slow, deliberate Hesperian. “Come on, Augus. You’re going to freeze.”
Augus registered no recognition when she called his name. She might not have been speaking Hesperian at all. The others had either blank stares or vaguely frightened expressions on their faces. She shuffled toward them, and several scuttled backward as if scared she might bite them.
“Forget it,” Kitay said. “I’ve been trying to talk to them for the last hour, and my Hesperian is better than yours. I think they’re in shock.”
“They’ll die if they don’t warm up.” Rin raised her voice. “Hey! Get over here!”
More scared looks. Three of them leveled their weapons at her.
Shit. Rin stumbled back.
They had arquebuses.
“Just leave them,” Chaghan muttered. “I’m in no mood to be shot.”
“We can’t,” she said. “The Hesperians will blame us if they die.”
He rolled his eyes. “They don’t have to know.”
“They’ll find out if even one of those idiots ever finds their way back.”
“They won’t.”
“But we don’t know that. And I’m not killing them to make sure.”
If it weren’t for Augus, she wouldn’t have cared. But blue-eyed devil or not, she couldn’t let him freeze to death. He’d been kind to her on the Kingfisher when he hadn’t needed to be. She felt obligated to return the favor.
Chaghan sighed. “Then leave them a fire. And then we’ll move far enough that they’ll feel safe to approach it.”
That wasn’t a bad idea. Kitay had a small flame going within minutes, and Rin waved toward the Hesperians. “We’re going to sit over there,” she called. “You can use this one.”
Again, no response.
But once she’d moved farther down the bank, she saw the Hesperians inching slowly toward the fire. Augus stretched his hands out over the flame. That was a small relief. At least they wouldn’t die of sheer idiocy.
Once Kitay had built a second fire, all four of them stripped their uniforms off without self-consciousness. The air was icy around them, but they were colder in their drenched clothes than without. Naked, they huddled together over the flames, holding their hands as close to the fire as they could get without burning their skin. They squatted in silence for what seemed like hours. Nobody wanted to expend the energy to talk.
“We’ll get back to the Murui.” Rin finally spoke as she pulled her dry uniform back on. It felt good to say the words out loud. It was something pragmatic, a step toward solid action, and it quelled the panic building in her stomach. “There’s plenty of loose driftwood around here. We could make a raft and just float downstream through the minor tributaries until we hit the main river, and if we’re careful and only move at night, then—”
Chaghan didn’t let her finish. “That’s a terrible idea.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because there’s nothing to go back to. The Republic’s finished. Your friends are dead. Their bodies are probably lining the bottom of Lake Boyang.”
“You don’t know that,” she said.
He shrugged.
“They’re not dead,” she insisted.
“So run back to Arlong, then.” He shrugged again. “Crawl into Vaisra’s arms and hide as long as you can before the Empress comes for you.”
