Obsidian & Blood by Aliette de Bodard Page A

leaving me to my own worries. 
      A child. Neutemoc's child? The Storm Lord smite him, couldn't he have been more careful? A warrior was meant to marry in his calpulli clan, to love his wife, to raise her children. And it seemed that Neutemoc – who'd always been held up as an example before me, the shining representation of all I should have done with my life, whom I'd always admired and hated at the same time – it seemed that Neutemoc had not had great success with his marriage.
     
    Ceyaxochitl and Yaotl were waiting for me at the entrance to the calmecac school, by a fresco of quetzals in flight. The birds' long tails spread against the painted background like waterfalls of emerald. Ceyaxochitl's face was flushed, and she was muttering imprecations under her breath. "Arrogant bastard. Who does he think he is?" 
      "Something the matter?" I asked, stifling a yawn.
      Yaotl turned to me. "The Jaguar Knight just walked out of here," he said.
      "The Jaguar Knight?" My mind, which had been focused on Eleuia's child, and on whether it might have been Neutemoc's, snapped back to the present. "Mahuizoh? The one who was visiting his sister?" 
      The Duality curse me. I'd forgotten to ask Neutemoc if he knew the man. He had to: there weren't that many Jaguar Knights in the city of Tenochtitlan.
      "Yes," Ceyaxochitl snapped. "He said we had no evidence against him, that we had a perfectly good culprit in any case, and that he saw no reason to tarry here."
  "So you didn't question him."
      "Does it look as though I did?" Ceyaxochitl snapped. She rapped her cane on the ground. "I should have arrested him for disrespect. I'm getting too soft for this."
      I didn't believe a word of that last sentence. She was still as harsh as she'd ever been: as harsh as she needed to be, to protect the Mexica Empire from wayward gods, stray underworld monsters, sorcerers and magicians…
      "Why didn't you?" Yaotl asked, softly. He had a hand on his obsidian-studded macuahitl sword. "You had ample reasons." 
      Ceyaxochitl shook her head. "He's not guilty of anything, Yaotl. Warriors and arrogance go hand-in-hand, remember?" 
      I disliked arrogance as much as Ceyaxochitl, and Zollin's imperiousness was all too fresh in my mind. But Ceyaxochitl was right: warriors, especially Eagle and Jaguar Knights, were entitled to be arrogant, to dismiss us as of little consequence. It wasn't seemly behaviour, but they had dispensation. They'd fought on the Empire's battlefields, taken prisoners to sacrifice to the gods, so that the world should go on, fed by the magic of living blood; survived gruelling battles and retreats. Compared to this, we priests had an easy life. 
      "Do you know where he lives?" I asked Ceyaxochitl.
      "No," she said. "But he's a Jaguar Knight. You can go ask at their House, tomorrow."
  "Why not tonight?" I asked. "Neutemoc–"
  Ceyaxochitl's lips pursed. "One night of imprisonment isn't going to kill your brother."
  "But I could–"
      "You could not." Her voice was as cutting as obsidian. "One does not walk into the Jaguar House."
      "I am High Priest for the Dead," I said, in the same tone she had used on me.
      Ceyaxochitl's gaze told me all I needed to know: the Jaguar and Eagle Knights were the elite of the Empire, the warriors who kept us strong, and they had their own laws. "Acatl. If you go into the Jaguar House, and wake up sleeping Knights without their commander's permission, you'll be under arrest. And much good it will do your brother then." 
      "You're asking me to let go?"
      "I'm asking you to wait until tomorrow. Daylight changes many things."
      Yaotl's lips pursed. "And if you dress impressively enough, getting in shouldn't be a problem."
      "Ha ha," I said. Even if I put on my full regalia, with the skullmask and the cloak embroidered with owls, I'd still have difficulties entering the Jaguar Knights' House. "Do you think it's worth pursuing?" I