You could still bind me with her, Baru thinks. If I just begged. If I just admitted what she was to me. I could go to Falcrest and sit at your table and you would know: we have our hooks in her. As they have their hooks in you.
But I will not be bound as you are. I will walk among your council and you will tremble at what you have unleashed.
A rising breaker crashes against the rocks. Tain Hu cries out into the dawn, trembling with effort. A frigate bird calls like a drum overhead.
Baru Cormorant sets her legs in a duelists stance, closing off the Thrones man on her dead right, opening her left side to the dying woman below. She cuts at the air with a blade she does not have.
She accepted Apparitors deal at the harborside in Treatymont thinking that she could trade Aurdwynn for rule of Taranoke. Why not? What would be lost, what evil done? The Masquerade would crush any rebellion. In her hands, she could ensure it was swift, merciful. And with her hard-won power, she could save her home.
But that will not be enough now.
Good-bye, she thinks. Good-bye, kuye lam. I will write your name in the ruin of them. I will paint you across history in the color of their blood.
The tide comes in. The Thrones man watches her, waiting for her to lift her eyes and make a census of the birds.