Of Beast and Beauty - Jay Stacey (читать хорошую книгу txt) 📗

center. These towers make mine look like a child’s toy. They are

breathlessly tall, and each one overflowing with people. The people must

live three or four to a room, at least, if the amount of laundry is anything to

judge by. Hundreds of pants and shirts and dresses and overalls and

underthings hang like uninspired flags, blocking most of the sun’s light,

drooping limply toward the street, where their owners were ordered to

assemble this morning to meet their queen and let her look upon them

with her new eyes.

I demanded that the royal gong be rung and messengers be sent

throughout the city. I insisted on walking through the city center, the better

to see my people. I would not be swayed.

Now it’s all I can do not to turn and run back to my tower. I long for

the comfort of my darkness, my ignorance. I want to go back and undo it

all. I want to be the Isra my father worked so hard to create. If only I’d

known how easy I had it in my cage, with my velvet blinders always in

place …

My scrap of blue sky vanishes, and my gaze drifts down to the street

ahead, where a woman without arms or legs sits propped in a chair beside

several little boys. A mother who can never hug her sons or hold her

babies. How did this happen? How …

A choked sound escapes my lips, bursting free before I can contain it.

“Are you all right?” Bo asks from his place beside me.

“No,” I whisper. “Of course not. Of course, of course not.” I press my

tongue to the roof of my mouth, stopping the stream of babble. I can’t lose

control in front of my people. I can’t show them how unprepared I am. I

can’t be like my mother.

“The tower. My mother.” I pull in a labored breath. “That’s … This is

why.”

“Yes,” Bo says. “In her home city, the nobles lived within a second

wall at one edge of their dome, kept entirely separate from the common

people. She had never seen a human who was not of noble blood before

she came to Yuan.” Bo’s hand is firm at the center of my back, guiding me

relentlessly onward, through the city center to what lies ahead, to what I’ve

demanded to see.

I want to twist away, to order him to keep his hands off me, but I

can’t. His touch is the only thing keeping me going. If he withdraws, I’ll stop

walking and be stranded in the middle of the nightmare.

Nightmares upon nightmares. I had the fire nightmare again this

morning, saw the woman’s mouth opening and closing in the burning

wood. But this time I listened harder, the way Gem told me to, and I would

have sworn I heard her speak. She was saying something about the

truth … about hope … something important.…

When I woke, I couldn’t remember exactly what she’d said, but I was

bursting with happiness anyway. I could see the golden miracle of the

sunrise shining through my window, the brilliant bleeding red of my quilt,

and Needle’s tightly curled smile as she brought my breakfast tray. My life

and my dreams were changing, and I was certain my city wasn’t going to be

far behind. This morning, Yuan was a riddle I was confident I could solve.

But this is … a disaster. A tragedy. Hopeless.

“Now you see why your father felt he had to take such extreme

measures,” Bo continues, increasing his pace until I have trouble keeping

up. My dress is wider at the bottom than my other dresses, but it’s tight at

the thighs. Still, I don’t complain. I don’t care if I have to wiggle and wobble

down the street like a fool. The sooner we leave the city center and all the

damage behind, the better. “He was only trying to protect you. He thought

if you remained unaware of certain truths that you would be spared your

mother’s madness. It was only after she came here that she

became … strange. She grew even worse after you were born. At first the

healers dismissed it as the sadness that sometimes comes over new

mothers, but then she began talking of going into the wilderness to speak

to the Monstrous. Father says she set the fire not long after.”

I don’t say a word, though I want to ask Bo if he knows why my

mother wanted to speak to the Monstrous. I’ve always known Mother was

Father’s second wife and foreign—a noble from far away who married my

father to escape a city on the verge of collapse—but I’ve never heard

anyone speak of her expressing the desire to make contact with the

Monstrous. Why would she want to do that? I want to ask, but I don’t trust

myself to speak without breaking down.

When Bo first told me it was my father who had ordered the

poisoning of my tea, I nearly slapped him. I was certain he was lying. I

refused to believe that my father would steal the sight from his own

daughter, even when Junjie showed me the signed order bearing the king’s

seal. I just couldn’t believe Baba hated me that much.

Now I understand. My father didn’t hate me. He was trying to spare

me from the heartbreaking truth.

“I wanted to protect you, too,” Bo says, louder now that we’ve

reached the edge of the city center and only a few citizens kneel at the

sides of the street. “I planned for you to remain in the nobles’ village,

where the people are whole. There was no reason for you to see this

particular truth.” His hand slides around my waist, his familiar touch

becoming openly intimate, making my breakfast gurgle angrily in my

stomach.

I swallow hard and step away. “Yes, there is. I needed to know.

I … had … to …” My words dribble away as we pass by the final knot of

people.

Beyond them, the world opens up, the wide dirt road continuing on

through the fields. I want to rush ahead into that open space, but instead I

force myself to nod and smile a brittle smile at the subjects kneeling in the

grass at the edge of an orchard of bare-limbed pear trees. There are three

men and five women, all wearing orchard workers’ overalls, all with missing

parts. They are ripped pieces of a dozen different puzzles that will never fit

together, and I don’t understand it.

I don’t. I can’t … I thought …

“The Banished camp is … worse?” I whisper when we’ve finally

passed the last woman. I find little comfort in the even rows of fruit trees

on one side of the road and the perfectly ordered grape trellises on the

other. Beyond these tidy fields, at the end of this road, lies the place where

the Banished—the people deemed too grotesque to inhabit the city

center—live out their abbreviated lives.

“Far worse,” Bo confirms, hesitating at my side. “We can go back to

the great hall if you like. I can—”

“No.” I lift my chin, and move past him on stiff legs. “I need to know

the truth.”

“I can tell you the truth. Let me do that for you,” he says, hurrying to

catch up, what sounds like real compassion in his voice. He’s been

unfailingly kind this morning—like the Bo I knew before last night—but I’m

not fooled. I will never trust him. Not ever, no matter how helpful he tries

to be.

“Thank you, but no.” I pull my shawl tight around my shoulders and

aim myself toward the royal carriage waiting for us by the side of the road.

The driver is an elegant old man with silver hair, supposedly a commoner

like all noble servants, but without damaged parts—at least, none that I can

see. His defects must be hidden inside, like Needle’s. Selfishly, I’m glad of it.

I need a moment. Just a moment.

“Please, Isra.” Bo stops me with a hand on my arm. “Let me spare

you any more of this.”

“Why?” I subtly shake off his fingers as I glance back over my