The Winds of Khalakovo - Bradley P. Beaulieu [173]
“Mother said you were glad to be there,” Borund said.
“I was not glad,” Atiana said.
“Then what were you?”
“Relieved to be out of the village.”
“And what were you doing there in the first place?”
“I told you. I had escaped from Radiskoye.”
“But why go to a Motherless village?”
“There were riots in the streets, Bora. You would rather I returned to Radiskoye?”
Borund shrugged his shoulders, which were not as round as she remembered them. No doubt he had not been eating well, rations being what they were. “You could have hidden in Izhny, or anywhere else for that matter. You could have stayed in one place until Mother found you.”
“You assume Mother was even looking for me. I practically tripped over her before she noticed me. I managed to get myself to a place where she could find me. That should be enough for you.” Borund opened his mouth to speak, but Atiana talked over him. “Enough, brother. You act like I wanted to be left there, when it was you and Father who abandoned me.”
“You were not abandoned.”
“Then what happened?” The feeling of betrayal she had felt on the eyrie—the ship pulling away, taking Borund and Father with it, while the barrel of a gun was being held to her head—all came back in a rush.“How could you have forgotten me?”
“I checked on the three of you before I left. Ishkyna said you had already boarded the yacht.”
“And you believed her?”
“Mileva said the same thing. Why would they lie?”
Atiana wanted to grab the brass seal sitting at the edge of Borund’s desk and throw it at him, but Borund had changed. He was harder, and she couldn’t act like she had years ago. He was being groomed to take Father’s place, and the last thing she could afford was to give him a reason to scrutinize her further. “Because it suits them, Bora. Do you even know what your sisters are like anymore?”
“Why were you gone?” he asked, ignoring her question. “Why did it suit them to lie for you?”
She knew she had to give him an element of the truth, but she did not trust him enough to give him the complete story. “I left to investigate the crossing of the suurahezhan.”
“When your father told everyone explicitly they were to do no such thing.”
Atiana shrugged. “Why shouldn’t I have? The Khalakovos had all but ceased their investigations.”
“I would think by now the reason for that was clear. They already had the ones who did it and were protecting them.”
“Perhaps, but if it were that cut-and-dry, why would they not simply hand them over?”
Borund smiled, the patronizing one he saved for his sisters when he thought they were being foolish. “Come, Tiana. You’re not so naïve as that.”
“What? You still think they hired a Landless qiram and a witless boy to summon an elder spirit to kill Bolgravya? Nyet, Borund, it’s not so obvious as you think.”
He stared at her doubtfully.
“The spirits are not easily bound,” she continued. “It might as easily have attacked them.”
His face pinched into a look of annoyance. “There are things we will never know about the Aramahn. The man, Ashan, was arqesh, and the boy clearly had powers that can only be guessed at.”
“And what if they had summoned it? It is a dangerous thing to banish them once they’ve come. We know this. Why did it slip back through the aether if it had been consciously summoned?”
“Times change. In our lifetimes alone, the world has begun remaking itself. Who knows how the spirits might have changed in that same time or over the course of centuries?”
“You’re trying to give the crossing more meaning than it has.”
“Spoken like a true bride of Khalakovo.”
“They are the words of a woman who doesn’t like seeing lives wasted”—she pointed south, toward Volgorod’s eyrie—“which is exactly what