wonder youâre suspicious when I tell you I used to be a monk too. And you donât believe she was one of them, because you were in love with her at the time. Sort of.â
âNo,â Poldarn said.
Aciava shook his head. âTrust me,â he said, âyou were. You were in love with her back in fifth grade â sorry, Iâm not allowed to tell you that, am I? But she wouldnât have anything to do with you, so itâs probably all right.â He smiled. âActually, itâs bitterly unfair, because when you did finally get her in the sack, you werenât to know that you were finally achieving a lifetime ambition.â He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands in his lap. As he did so, a fold of his coat fell away, revealing the hilt of a short sword tucked into his sash. Poldarn wondered if it was deliberate. âNow do you want me to piss off and leave you in peace? If you do, I will.â
Poldarn closed his eyes. âNo,â he said.
Then the door opened, and the sutler came in with a big jug of beer. âHere you go,â he said. âYou havenât finished the first one.â
âLeave it,â Aciava said, âweâve got a use for it.â
The sutler went away again. âSorry,â Aciava said, âIâve lost my thread. Did you just agree that you do want me to tell you?â
Poldarn sighed. âIâm not sure,â he said.
âProgress,â Aciava said brightly. âA few moments ago, you were absolutely dead set against it.â
âThat was beforeââ
âWould you rather I hadnât told you? About Xipho â sorry, Copis?â
âThatâs academic, isnât it? Youâve told me now.â He slumped forward onto his elbows. âI guess youâd better tell me the rest.â
But Aciava shook his head. âNot so fast,â he said. âIâve still got your best interests at heart, remember. Iâll tell you some things, but only whatâs good for you. All right?â
âIâm not in the mood for games.â
âAh.â Aciava grinned. âIâve heard you say that before. You always were an impatient sort â you know, always reading ahead, wanting to learn lesson five before youâd properly got the hang of lesson three. I can still just get up and leave, and I will if you donât behave. Understood?â
âFuck you,â Poldarn said. But he stayed where he was. âGo on, then.â
âThank you so much.â Aciava settled himself in his chair and picked up a slice of smoked lamb in his fingers. âNow,â he said, âone step at a time. Do you want me to tell you your name â not Ciartan, the name you had in the order? Or not; itâs up to you.â
âYes.â
âSplendid. You were called Poldarn.â Aciava smiled. âNo, Iâm not kidding you, it was the name Father Tutor chose for you, since he refused to call you Ciartan, he said there was no such name; and itâs quite usual for novices to take a name-in-religion. Signifies a complete severance of ties with the outside world, or some such shit. Anyhow, thatâs what we all knew you as.â He breathed in deeply, like a man of sensibility smelling a rare flower. âMy guess is, Xipho was playing a game with you. Probably, being told to look after you put the idea of the god-in-the-cart stunt into her mind. Also, itâd be easier for her, so there wouldnât be any risk that sheâd suddenly call you Poldarn by mistake, out of habit, and then youâd get suspicious. Either that, or it was just her idea of a joke. You see, it was always a source of extreme merriment and wit in our gang, Father Tutor giving you such a wonderfully apt name.â He paused. âYou do know why itâs apt, donât you?â
âEnlighten me.â
Aciava sighed. âWell, Poldarnâs the god of fire and the
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