The Tyrant's Law (Dagger and the Coin)

letting him be disturbed, but the thought was gone as soon as it came. Of course the rules that bound the rest of the palace didn’t apply to Basrahip. Everyone knew that.
    “How is the rededication going?” Geder asked.
    “It will be time soon, Prince Geder. You are very kind to offer your servants such beautiful rooms in your home.”
    Geder shrugged as Basrahip settled himself on a chair. The priest looked worried, which was a rare sight. Geder popped a sliver of tart apple into his mouth and spoke around it.
    “Is there a problem?”
    “You have taken a new city,” Basrahip said.
    “And I’ll have at least one more by winter,” Geder said. “And the goddess is going to have a temple in both of them. At least one. More if you want.”
    “She sees your generosity, Prince Geder. I know this to be true.”
    “You’re not going to ask if you can bring more priests here, are you? You know you can. Just tell me how many we need to accommodate and I’ll make the room. It’s the least I can do.”
    “It is not that,” Basrahip said. “You have always been kind to me. I have seen the truth of your heart, and you are the great man that was foretold. Your greatness has exceeded my small powers.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “Your new cities in the west. Now more to the east. The priests of the goddess march at your army’s side and stand in your court. We walk through the streets of your cities and hold the people’s will to the will of the goddess. But we are only a single temple. To do these new temples justice, they must have the faithful and the holy, and I have few more that I can bring forth.”
    “Oh,” Geder said. It was an odd thought. Now that it was said aloud, of course there were only so many men at the temple in the Sinir mountains east of the Keshet. Somehow he’d always assumed there would be more if they were needed, as if they sprang full-grown from the earth out there. “Well. Can you initiate new priests? I mean, you must be able to … make more?”
    “It will be necessary,” Basrahip said. “But the rites of the goddess are not simple things.”
    “All right. I can write to the seminaries. We have temples and priests of our own, and with half the court coming to your sermons as it is, I’m sure there are plenty who’d be interested in learning from you. And really, the rededication’s a perfect time for it.”
    Basrahip smiled and lowered his head to Geder in a half bow. “My thanks.”
    “Basrahip? Can I ask you a question? Have you spoken with Aster at all lately? I just notice that he seems … unhappy. And I wondered whether you might have some idea why?”
    “I do not,” Basrahip said. “But if you would like—”
    “No. No, that’s all right. I was just wondering.”
    “Have you asked him?”
    Geder broke off a bit of cheese and chuckled ruefully.
    “I suppose that would be the most direct way, wouldn’t it?” he said. “It’s just hard. I don’t want to make him feel like he’s on trial.”
    “Ask gently, perhaps,” the priest said.
    It was almost twilight when Geder found Aster again. The boy was at the dueling ground alone, walking the dry strip where questions of honor found their answers. He held his wooden practice sword carelessly, swinging it through the air more for the sensation of movement than against an imagined foe. The shadows of the coming night cut across the ground, leaving part of it bright as midday and the rest almost blue with darkness. Geder motioned his personal guard back and took another practice blade from the rack. When he stepped out, Aster took a guard position, but even then, it wasn’t serious. Geder lifted his own blade.
    “How was the council?” Aster said, circling to Geder’s right.
    “Frustrating,” Geder said. He feinted and pulled back. “Mecilli seems to dislike everything I do. I’m starting to wonder about him.”
    “Take him before your private court?”
    “Probably,” Geder said. Aster stepped in, swinging his blade low. Geder blocked it. “It may just be he had some bad fish and it made him disagreeable. But we can’t have another Dawson Kalliam.”
    “Can’t we? Some days I think it’d be nice.”
    Geder thrust, and Aster trapped the blade, the report of wood against wood resounding from the buildings.
    “Why would you want that?” Geder asked, pressing in.
    “I don’t know,” Aster said as made his release. He let the wooden blade’s tip sink until it was almost on the