The Twelve Kingdoms: A Thousand Leagues of Wind

soldiers tread into the room, their armor smeared with blood. The design of the insignia worn by the young man at their lead was that of a constellation of stars, the coat of arms of the province lords.
    "Such impudence!" Kaka shouted at him. "Where do you think you are? Heaven forbid you should be allowed for an instant before the queen and Taiho!"
    The man's fearless young face hardly wavered. Without a word, he cast down before Kaka the thing he was carrying in his right hand. It struck the floor with a heavy thud and a splatter of blood and rolled next to Shoukei's feet. Bitter eyes stared into space.
    "Father!"
    All kings were promised immortality, but even an immortal king could not live once his head had been separated from his body. Shoukei and her mother screamed. They cast themselves upon the divan where Hourin lay.
    The man laughed. "Do you find your father's--your husband's--visage so frightening?" he asked darkly.
    Kaka stared him in the face. "Marquis Kei!" She corrected herself, addressing him more rudely by his name. "Gekkei! You bastard!"
    Gekkei, Province Lord of Kei, lowered his voice and said coldly, "The Royal Hou has been deposed. The time has come for the queen and princess to part company."
    "What are you saying!" Kaka implored. Clinging to her mother's arm, Shoukei trembled violently.
    "The king who enacted cruel laws and oppressed his people and the queen who executed the blameless citizens who criticized him--I desire them both to know something of that suffering."
    "The king--the king did nothing but what was good for his subjects."
    "What good are laws that reward a child with death for stealing a loaf of bread? A child gasping beneath the weight of poverty, having no place else to turn? Or laws that treat a missed tax payment as a capital crime? Or laws that enslave a man and condemn him to death when he falls ill and cannot pull his load? Whatever you are feeling now is nothing compared to the horrors experienced by the people."
    Gekkei motioned with his hand. From the rear of the phalanx, a soldier ran up to Kaka and tore Shoukei from her arms. Shoukei wailed. Her mother cried bitterly.
    "You envied other women their beauty and their wisdom. Or rather, feared that their daughters might prove more talented than your own. You concocted imaginary crimes, slandered them, and now the earth resounds with their funeral dirges. Can you begin to comprehend the grief of these families as the corpses of their loved ones were cast before them?"
    "You bastard!" Kaka spat at him.
    Gekkei paid the insult no mind. He turned to Shoukei, wriggling in the grip of the soldier. "You pay attention as well, young lady. Your miserable family always insulated itself from the scene of the crime. Have you the slightest idea what an execution is really like?"
    "Stop it! Please . . . . Mother!"
    Shoukei's shrieks stirred not a soul, moved not heart in that place. Gasping, her eyes wide, she watched as Gekkei brandished the sword. Unable to look away even at the instant of impact, Shoukei witnessed the very moment when her mother's life left its body.
    A scream frozen on its face, its mouth gasping a wordless cry into empty air, the severed head of her mother rolled against the head of the Royal Hou Chuutatsu.
    In that moment, Shoukei could not blink, could not speak. Gekkei cast her a disinterested glance and walked over to the divan where Hourin was resting. Hourin looked up at him with blank eyes.
    "I wish you to understand as well the two generations of despair suffered by the people because of this black prince whom you chose."
    Hourin stared at him hard, and quietly nodded. Gekkei bowed low in respect. Then he raised the sword above his head.
    The Royal Hou and the Hourin Touka. Thus did the dynasty of the Kingdom of Hou draw a close.

    Shoukei watched dumbfounded as the bodies were born away. No, to say she "watched" perhaps means only that the images continued to impinge upon her sight. She likely understood nothing of what she was seeing.
    She sat listlessly on the floor. Gekkei stood before her. She raised her eyes, from the tip of his toes to the top of his head.
    "Son Shou, daughter of the Royal Hou, your name shall be deleted from the Registry of Wizards."
    Shoukei looked at Gekkei's face. The reality of her mother's death hadn't sunk in. Now, on top of everything else, losing her place in the Registry of Wizards. That meant that her body would once again begin to age normally. The thought terrified