donât know me from a hole in the ground, do you? Thatâs â well, thatâs rather hard for me. But we wonât worry about it now. Have some spring cabbage, itâs not half bad.â
Poldarn didnât move. There was a precept of religion about why that was advisable, tactically, but he couldnât remember the exact words offhand.
âAnyhow,â Aciava went on, âwhen you were telling me, in the cart, about not having remembered anything because, basically, you donât want to â I can tell you, that actually makes a whole lot of sense. At any rate, it puts me in a dilemma. If you believe that Iâm your friend, at least that I used to be the friend of the man I used to know â you appreciate the distinction, Iâm sure â then youâll understand why Iâm doing all this faffing about, instead of spitting it straight out and telling you, whether you like it or not. Truth is, I donât know you any more; I donât know who youâve become. And I can imagine how some of the stuff I could tell you might do you a lot of damage. Henceâ well, I suppose itâs a sort of test, or what the government clerks call an assessment. Only way I can find out what youâd really like to know is to ask you; only I canât ask you straight out without risking doing the damage. Like, if I said, âDo you want me to tell you about that time in the Poverty and Prudence, with the violin-makerâs daughter and the six goats?â â well, you get the idea, Iâm sure.â
While Aciava had been saying all this, Poldarn hadnât moved. For some reason, he was acutely aware of every detail of his surroundings â the hiss of slightly damp logs on the fire, the smell of the onion sauce on the smoked lamb, the pecking of light rain on the chapel slates. He realised that heâd breathed out some time ago and hadnât breathed in again.
âWho are you?â he said.
Aciava sighed. âNow that,â he said, âis what Father Tutor used to call a very intelligent question. Well, for a start, my name really is Gain Aciava. I was born in Paraon in eastern Tulice thirty-nine years ago; my father was a retired cavalry officer who got a sinecure in the governorâs office when he left the service, and my mother was his COâs younger daughter. When I was twelve they decided that since both my elder brothers had gone into the army, itâd be sensible to diversify a bit and send me into religion; so they packed me off to Deymeson as a junior novice. I did my time there, and eventually I was ordained. As luck would have it, I got a transfer away from Deymeson the year before you and your relations trashed the place; I joined Cleaphoâs office in Torcea as a junior chaplain. When the order abruptly ceased to exist and Cleapho formally rescinded its charter I found myself out of a job, and since sword-monks were distinctly out of favour by then, I hunted round for someone whoâd pay me a wage, with indifferent success, until I sort of stumbled into this false-teeth lark. Amazingly, itâs turned out to be a good living, totally undemanding, quite relaxing in fact, and Iâm enjoying it rather more than eight hours perched on a high stool in an office followed by six hoursâ sword-drawing practice and sleeping on a plank bed in a small stone cell. And that, give or take an unimportant detail or two, is basically all there is to know.â
But Poldarn shook his head. âThat may be the truth,â he said, âbut it sure as hell isnât the whole truth. How do you know all that stuff about me, and why did you go to all the trouble of finding me?â
Aciava grinned offensively. âI could give you an answer, only itâs not allowed. If you want to know why youâre worth busting my arse to findââ
âAll right,â Poldarn conceded, âyouâve made your point.â He
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