Black Leopard, Red Wolf

“The Queen like her new seeder whole, this is a true thing. But she already pick her seeder, and is not you. The pretty prefect fuck her good, I was there to see it. So good even she don’t see that is man he like. He going live nice until he seed done, or go bad, or he get old, or she get bored and then send him off to the fire chamber for other use. But you? They don’t care which part of you they crush, break, or cut off, as long as is not that one. Listen to me, fool. You never have no stake in this, you already know that. You losing nothing, and all you was going to gain was little money. Money less than what I give to beggars on the street. Now you have plenty to lose. You see these people, they live their whole life keeping slave under control. You think they don’t know what to do to you?”

“One thing, Moon Witch? Is that what they call you?”

“People always giving woman name when they already have one.”

“You’re using words like a woman, as if you speak for any. As if you come from some sisterhood. And yet how many sisters you betray?”

“The future of Fasisi bigger than anything you say.”

“I still have one thing.”

“What is your thing?”

“When I finally die, at the hand of the Dolingon, how many runes will you have to write each night to stop me coming for you?”

She stepped away from me, stepping into the dark before I could see her face. But both hands fell to her side.

“You in the Melelek. Do as they tell you and you live long.”

“You know me enough to know I’ll never do as they tell me. By the time I kill ten guards, they will have to kill me. And then you and me, we will have a dance in your head forever.”

She went over to the gate, tired of looking at me.

“The future of Fasisi bigger than anything you say.”

“Twice you said that. Really, Sogolon, you should take your shrivel s—”

Sogolon stepped out of the line of dark, but not close enough for me to grab her. She looked around, then back at me, and smiled. “The boy. He is here.”

“Talking a wish does not make a wish true.”

“But he in your nose. Your head swing right so hard you soon crick your neck. So he in the East. Tell me where he is, tell me now and you will never know pain.”

“Pain is a sister to me.”

“Tell me where he is and you will be in your own room, with all the food you want. Dolingo is not a place for you and men like you, but they might even find you a boy. Or a eunuch.”

“I am going to kill you. You think I need to swear to the gods? Fuck the gods. Fuck the witches, and fuck the witchmen. I swear to myself. I will find you, and will kill you in this life or the next.”

“Then I die. But I living three hundred, ten and five years, and not even death kill me yet. Before you die I hope you understand. True North above anything else. Everything else,” she said.

She raised her hand and wind rattled the door across from us. The two guards ran in, and stood by the bars. The girl Venin followed them in. She looked straight at me.

“Your King, even after banishing he sister to Mantha, and telling her that is where she will live the rest of her life, still send an assassin every other moon to kill her. The last one we let Bunshi go into him through the mouth and boil him from the inside. Four of them I kill myself. One almost cut my throat, and one make the mistake to think he going to rape me first. I fuck him with a dagger and cut a koo all the way up to him neck. And when the King don’t send assassins, he send poison. Fruits that kill the cow we feed it to. Rice that burn a goat tongue off. Wine that kill a serving girl who was just making sure it didn’t get too warm.”

She pointed at the guards and said, “You in the Melelek. The location of the boy before sunrise, or your body will be put to different use.”

She left but the girl stayed. I wanted to ask if this is what she came to see. But she looked at me not in contempt—for I’ve seen many a contemptuous face—but curiosity. I stared at her and she stared at me and I was not about to look away, even with the guards opening the gate.

“They need you clean,” one of them said.

“And what—”

The bucket, I did not see until the water came straight at my face. Both of the guards laughed, but the girl stood still.

“He clean now,” one of them said.

Venin turned to leave.

“You go? Great sport is about to happen, is it not so, men? She goes, men, she goes. She leaves us alone. What shall we do?”

One of the guards approached, then walked behind me. I didn’t bother to turn.

“Noble gentlemen, we are in the Melelek? What is the Melelek?” I asked.

The guard kicked the back of my knee hard and I dropped to the floor and howled. He kneed me in the back, pushed me to the ground to twist me over. The other guard ran towards me to grab my legs but he ran too fast. I swung my leg and kicked him straight in the balls. He crumbled into himself, and the guard at my neck jumped back, having probably never seen one fight back before. He hesitated, jerked again, his eyes wide, then he swung his stick.