Cast In Secret. Michelle Sagara

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Ybelline said, looking at Kaylin’s face carefully. “He learned, we think, to lie. To smile when he was unhappy. To be silent when he yearned to scream. More,” she added. “But it hurt us, and we did not press him.” She looked away. “Were you of my kin,” she whispered, “you would know how much of a failure that was—we, who know everything, did not attempt to learn, to seek his truth.”

      “But if he didn’t want you prying—”

      “You think like a human.”

      “Hello. My name is Kaylin. The last time I looked—”

      Severn stepped on her foot beneath the table. Hard.

      “You seek privacy because you fear discovery,” Ybelline told her. “And in the end? We let him be like you. We did not want to touch his fear, and draw it into the Tha’alaan. He chose to be isolated, and we let him.”

      Kaylin understood by the tone of Ybelline’s words just how guilty she felt—but she couldn’t see why. So she did what she could as a Hawk, instead; she had nothing to offer the woman otherwise. “Where was he last seen?”

      “His mother saw him,” she said quietly, “and those of his friends he chose to keep company with.”

      “Was he behaving differently?”

      “How were they to know? He is like your Severn in his ability to hide from us.”

      “Can we speak with these friends?”

      She hesitated. “They are younger than I,” she said at last. “Your age, perhaps slightly older.”

      “So?”

      Ybelline turned to Severn.

      Severn nodded. “We are not here, I think, in official capacity. I doubt the Hawks would allow Kaylin into the Tha’alaan as a representative in any case. Her dislike and her fear are well known.”

      Ybelline said, “It is a deep fear, but it is a narrow one. There are things she fears more, and in the end, things she loves more. I am willing to trust her. Are you?”

      Severn nodded. “With my life,” he said, an odd smile on his lips. “She’s not noted for being all that careful with her own, however.” He rose and approached Ybelline, his back toward Kaylin. “Show me,” he said quietly. “Show me who his friends are, and where we might find them.”

      Kaylin rose, as well, moving slightly, so she could see them in profile. Could watch Ybelline lift her face, could see the fluttery movement of her dreaded antennae as they brushed the surface of Severn’s forehead in a light caress.

      Kaylin shuddered, but Severn merely closed his eyes and nodded. There were whole days where she didn’t understand him. And there were days like this—where even the thought of understanding him seemed impossible.

      “All right, you win.”

      “We didn’t have a bet here.”

      “What exactly is the Tha’alaan?”

      “It’s their community,” he said slowly. “Their … living history. No, it’s more than that—it’s like a thought they all share, whenever they choose to touch it. The Tha’alani individually have exceptional memories of their personal experiences, and they share these. They share what they’ve felt. They can almost relive it, and in doing that, the community relives it. The Tha’alaan is like a collection of all their experience, past and present, living and dead, all their hopes, and all their fears.”

      “I thought they didn’t have any.”

      He raised a brow. “Anything alive knows fear. Ybelline is terrified now, and she is under some strain. She keeps much from the Tha’alaan and that is costly. Were she not trained for service to the outside—were she not schooled in handling the deaf, as we’re called—she would not be able to master her thoughts in this fashion.

      “Not all the Tha’alani can. Some have aptitude, and those are trained and tested. Those powerful enough, they surrender for a time to the Emperor’s service.”

      “Or to anyone who can pay?”

      “No, Kaylin. There are perhaps one or two in the history of their kind who have chosen to work for the deaf, but they are the exception that proves the rule. Most of the Tha’alani would live forever in their own world, seeking no contact with any outsiders, were it not for the Emperor’s dictate.”

      “They don’t want to do—what they do.”

      “No.”

      “But they do it.”

      “Yes. Those who can. They rotate service—the length of time they can work outside of the Tha’alaan differs from person to person.” He paused. “Ybelline is very strong. Strong enough to be gentle,” he added quietly. “She doesn’t pity us, and she doesn’t fear us. She half understands.”

      “She can … keep her experience of our world to herself.”

      “Exactly.”

      “So it doesn’t pollute the hive mind.”

      He frowned. “They’re not insects, Kaylin. But yes, there are experiences that they would never otherwise have, and only those who can live with the isolation of individual experience can serve. It is very, very hard for the Tha’alani.”

      They had no escort as they emerged from the large, rounded dwelling. Epharim was gone, and no one in armor stood ready to take his place. Kaylin was nonplussed. “She chose to let us walk here,” Severn told her.

      “She didn’t seem to worry about you.”

      “No.”

      “Why?”

      “We’ve met before,” he replied carefully. Where carefully meant completely neutrally in that don’t-ask-me-questions way. “I am not, perhaps, the ideal person from whom to draw information, but neither was I afraid of her, or her kin. They can’t create memories,” he added. “They can’t erase them. And what happened, happened.”

      “I’m not proud of a lot of my ‘what happeneds,’” Kaylin said in a quiet voice. “If I wanted people to know, I’d tell them.”

      “That is a luxury,” he told her as he continued to walk. “And a daydream. Learn to care less about what other people think.”

      “I don’t want my life paraded through the office like yesterday’s gossip.”

      “It already is yesterday’s gossip.”

      “You know what I mean.”

      “Yes. I do. I don’t agree with you, but I do know what you mean. We don’t have privacy, Kaylin. We have the illusion of privacy. Nothing more, nothing less.”

      “And we have no secrets?”

      He shrugged.

      “I

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