Suni was grappling furiously with Unegen on the floor. There was a popping noise and then a little red fox was where Unegen had been before. It almost slithered out of Suni’s grip, but Suni tightened his hold and seized the fox by the throat.
“Altan!” Qara shouted.
Altan hurtled over the fallen table, pushing Rin out of the way. He jumped onto Suni just before Suni could wrench Unegen’s neck. Startled, Suni lashed out with his left arm, catching Altan in the shoulder. Altan ignored the blow and slapped Suni hard across the face.
Suni roared and let go of Unegen. The fox wriggled away and scampered toward Qara’s feet, where he collapsed, sides heaving for air.
Suni and Altan were now wrestling on the floor, each trying to pin the other. Altan looked tiny against the massive Suni, who had to be twice his weight. Suni got a hold around Altan’s shoulders, but Altan gripped Suni’s face and squeezed his fingers toward his eyes.
Suni howled and flung Altan away from him. For a moment Altan looked like a limp puppet, tossed in the air, but he landed upright, tensed like a cat, just as Suni charged him again.
The Cike had formed a ring around Suni. Qara held an arrow fitted to her bow, ready to pierce Suni through the forehead. Baji held his rake at the ready, but Suni and Altan were rolling around so wildly he couldn’t get a clean blow in. Rin’s fingers closed tightly around the hilt of her sword.
Altan landed a solid kick to Suni’s sternum. A crack echoed through the room. Suni tottered back, stunned. Altan rose to a low crouch, standing between Suni and the rest of the Cike.
“Get back,” Altan said softly.
“They’re so loud,” Suni said. He didn’t sound angry. He sounded scared. “
“I said get
Baji and Unegen retreated reluctantly. But Qara remained where she was, keeping her arrow trained at Suni’s head.
“They’re being so loud,” said Suni. “I can’t understand what they’re saying.”
“I can tell you everything you need to know,” Altan said quietly. “Just put your arms down, Suni, can you do that for me?”
“I’m scared,” Suni whimpered.
“We don’t point arrows at our friends,” Altan snapped without moving his head.
Qara lowered her longbow. Her arms shook visibly.
Altan walked slowly toward Suni, arms spread out in supplication. “It’s me. It’s just me.”
“Are you going to help me?” Suni asked. His voice didn’t match his demeanor. He sounded like a little child—terrified, helpless.
“Only if you let me,” Altan answered.
Suni dropped his arms.
Rin’s sword trembled in her hands. She was certain that Suni would snap Altan’s neck.
“They’re so loud,” Suni said. “They keep telling me to do things, I don’t know who to listen to . . .”
“Listen to me,” said Altan. “Just me.”
With brisk, short steps, he closed the gap between himself and Suni.
Suni tensed. Qara’s hands flew to her longbow again; Rin crouched to spring forward.
Suni’s massive hand closed around Altan’s. He took a deep breath. Altan touched his forehead gently and brought Suni’s forehead down to his own.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “You’re fine. You’re Suni and you belong to the Cike. You don’t have to listen to any voices. You just have to listen to me.”
Eyes closed, Suni nodded. His heavy breathing subsided. A lopsided grin broke out over his face. When he opened his eyes, the wildness had left them.
“Hi, Trengsin,” he said. “Good to have you back.”
Altan exhaled slowly, then nodded and clapped Suni on the shoulder.
Chapter 14
“So much of a siege is sitting around on your ass,” Ramsa complained. “You know how much actual fighting there’s been since the Federation started landing on the beach in droves? None. We’re just scouting each other out, testing the limits, playing chicken.”
Ramsa had recruited Rin to help him fortify the back alleys of the intersection by the wharf.
They were slowly transforming the streets of Khurdalain into defense lines. Each evacuated house became a fort; each intersection became a trap of barbed wire. They had spent the morning methodically knocking holes through walls to link the labyrinth of lanes into a navigable transportation system to which only the Nikara had the map. Now they were filling bags with sand to pad the gaps in the walls against Federation bombardments.
“I thought you blew up an embassy building,” said Rin.
“That was one time,” Ramsa snapped. “More action than anyone’s attempted since we got here, anyhow.”
“You mean the Federation hasn’t attacked yet?”
“They’ve launched exploratory parties to sniff out the borders. No major troop movements yet.”
“And they’ve been at it this long?
“Because Khurdalain’s better fortified than Sinegard. Khurdalain withstood the first two Poppy Wars, and it sure as hell is going to make it through a third.” Ramsa bent down. “Pass me that bag.”
