Rising tide - Mel Odom [116]
Kicking across the room, Huaanton sat in the open shark's mouth throne. He kept the inlaid gold and shark bone trident upright beside him.
"I want a sign that this is what Sekolah wants," he demanded.
"Sacrilege!" Laaqueel exploded, moving toward the sahuagin king with enough fire in her voice and menace in her approach that the royal guards moved quickly to intercept her.
Her emotion came out of the conviction of her office. Born a malenti, an automatic outcast from her own people, she'd been given nothing but the Great Shark to believe in, and she did believe. Even with the involvement of Iakhovas, she believed that there had been some reason she'd been allowed to glimpse the truth of the legend and find the ancient wizard, though she couldn't recognize that reason at the time.
"Sekolah freed the sahuagin into these waters and gave them the strength and the ferocity to go forth and take what they needed," she said. "That is the only sign a true believer should ever need!"
Huaanton swiveled his great head to her. The guards' tridents stopped within inches of the high priestess.
She raised her hand in warning, the sound of her praying voice loud enough to carry on the currents that filled the room. Their instinctive fear of even her magic made them drop into nervous defensive positions, but they readied to charge, obviously wanting to deal with her quickly.
"Stop!" Huaanton ordered.
Reluctantly yet relieved, the royal guard stepped back, but they didn't put their weapons away.
"You run the risk of insult, priestess." The sahuagin king glowered at her.
Laaqueel thought quickly. "I run that risk only to keep you from blaspheming, Exalted One. Our two positions- the warrior's to lead the sahuagin race, and the priestess's to guide the sahuagin in their beliefs-are both necessary. A warrior keeps the sahuagin alive in the now, and a priestess keeps the sahuagin alive forever. Our two paths must never work at cross purposes."
"I agree," Huaanton said. "That's why I want Sekolah to give some sign to my priestesses before this next battle takes place."
"Sekolah is not a god you can put demands on."
Laaqueel assumed a level stance, no longer subservient to the sahuagin king. Her eyes met his. The Great Shark would demand no less. In the past, the warrior's way and the priestess's way often conflicted. Both drew on the same resource of followers, but during most of those times compromises could be worked out.
"He doesn't want parasites as his worshipers; he wants warriors."
"I agree," Huaanton said, "but I see before me a malenti, a birth defect, claiming to be a conduit for a god. Wouldn't you question that?"
The insult hit Laaqueel like a physical blow. She didn't trust herself to speak until she'd dealt with the anger that filled her.
"Then, at your own peril, you'll have your sign," Iakhovas said.
Huaanton looked at the wizard as if wanting to question whether the statement had been a threat. Instead, he asked, "When?"
Laaqueel didn't dare look at Iakhovas, afraid that her doubt and fear would be apparent to everyone. How could Iakhovas promise something like that?
"A tenday from now," Iakhovas went on. "It will be here, in your city, for all sahuagin to see." He paused, his eyes rebelliously focused on Huaanton's. "When that sign is delivered, there will be no doubt about what is to be done."
"I will look for you here," the sahuagin king said. "You'll be guests at the palace."
For Laaqueel the offer translated simply that they'd be prisoners of the palace. She watched numbly as Iakhovas excused them from the sahuagin king's audience chamber. They were accompanied by the royal guard through the maze of tunnels, swimming back to where the flier was tied up.
I perceive my error now, little malenti, Iakhovas said in her mind.
By promising a sign from Sekolah? she asked. If we don't come here in a tenday, Huaanton will