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His real gift hadn’t been the mask; it had been liberation from whatever made her hesitate to buy it.
“I believe that in one day you managed to take the Gloria by storm, set the heir to House Acrenix scrambling to assert her dominance over you, and bested the heir of House Indestor and fair Nadežra’s most famous criminal. All using only your sleeves and a glove.”
Pavlin Ranieri was a sunwise man, born a daughter to his parents, but now a son.
The woman’s words rolled like the smoke from a Vraszenian campfire.
Over them towered five statues. A poet, a minister, a merchant, a soldier, and a priest, bearing five mottoes: I speak for all; I counsel all; I support all; I defend all; I pray for all.
Looking at him, Renata saw an old tomcat, sure of his right to his patch of sunlight.
One of the lihoše, then: born a woman, but taking on a male identity so he could lead his people. Only sons were allowed to be kurec leaders, and if there were none—or if all the available ones were incompetent—then a daughter would become a son instead.
“We live in a topsy-turvy world, Alta Renata, where the criminals are honest, and it’s the upright folk you have to be wary of.”
may your friend’s spirit find peace in heaven, kin in the dream, and a new life down the road.”
