I approached Radnyi Sumitra first. I still had the memory of her well-wishes fresh in my mind, and she appeared less intimidating, with her pleasantly rounded cheeks and ever-present smile.
Sumitra responded with enthusiasm when invited to my chambers for an afternoon repast. As we ate the colorful milksweets, Sumitra gossiped about a servant who had allegedly been asked to leave Kaushalya’s service. I nodded along, but my attention was in the Binding Plane, trying out the idea that had struck me the evening Dasharath made me his charioteer. I shaped our bond, doing my best to augment it, and I watched as the thin filament thickened into a robust embroidery thread. But by that point, the string was shaking side to side quite dangerously, so I let go of the Plane entirely.
Sumitra was talking about some sewing project she was working on, and so I decided to take a risk. In a drastic maneuver, I dug out my own haphazard work I had occupied myself with in the carriage to the battlegrounds. Sumitra laughed so hard that she cried, and our bond strengthened tenfold to a firm cable that looked like thick wool, more than I could have done with my magic.
Toward the end of our time, the topic turned to a ceremony that was being planned in a few moons’ time. I listened with half an ear, for a radnyi’s job at such events was to observe and look beautiful, until Sumitra said, “Of course, because it is for the goddess, we will take part in the ritual.”
“What?” I asked, bemused. That had certainly not been the custom in Kekaya. The sages performed all rites, with the occasional assistance of the men.
“It will not be much work, don’t worry.” Sumitra patted my hand, as though my concern was with the difficulty of the task. “We will wash the statue and make the offerings. Lakshmi has blessed this kingdom with prosperity.”
I had not given much thought to the rules of public rituals, for I cared little about trying to please the gods. But now Sumitra’s words struck me differently. Here was yet another place where women were largely pushed aside—even the most devout.
I barely heard the rest of what Sumitra said as we bade each other farewell, wrapped up in my own thoughts.
The next day, I attended the Mantri Parishad for the first time.
None seemed surprised to see me—Dasharath must have warned them—but I caught several men glaring at me when they thought I was not looking. In the Binding Plane, my connections to most were nonexistent wisps. But despite his severity, Virendra seemed to respect me, as did the Minister of Finance. These two men, along with the religious advisor, Manav—an elderly man with whom I shared no bond at all—formed Dasharath’s inner council. I focused on strengthening the few cords I had ever so slightly, but even by the end I had not yet built adequate rapport to contribute to the council’s deliberations. Even many of the men seemed bored, for the meeting was primarily occupied by a few ministers seeking custodianship of Sambarasura’s old territories. I doubted I would ever build the necessary connections to shout You are idiots at the arguing men without severe consequences.
When the meeting was over, I returned directly to my chambers, wanting to remove my heavy jewelry. Only after stripping off my necklace and one jhumka did I realize I had company.
Kaushalya stood at the other end of my room, half-hidden in the shadows near the window.
I dropped into an instinctual bow and then committed to it rather than repeat my first error. “Radnyi, I did not notice you there.” If she had wanted a better reception, she should not have entered my chambers and gone into my bedroom without permission.
“That much is apparent.” Kaushalya walked slowly toward me. She looked lovely as always, dark kohl framing her eyes and delicate gold gracing her long neck. “I came here to talk to you after court, but it has been some time since the public audiences adjourned.”
“I was listening to the meeting of the Mantri Parishad,” I said, gesturing behind me in a useless motion. Kaushalya knew where the court was located.
If Kaushalya was surprised, she hid it well. “A council meeting. That is no place for a young woman.”
I wanted to protest that I was not a young woman, but petulance would hardly sway her. Besides, to all others the council was no place for any woman at all.
“I am sorry you feel that way,” I said at last, blinking into the Binding Plane and finding the black bond between us. It flickered in and out of my vision, which was concerning, to say the least. I had long ago trained myself to only look at my magic from the corner of my eye, but part of me wanted to stare at Kaushalya’s chest and watch the bond. I could hardly do that though.
“You have been here half a year,” Kaushalya said, arriving in front of me. “In that time, you have barely attended court, never spoken to me or Sumitra without prompting, and shown little interest in the affairs of the king. Now you accompany him to battle, invite Sumitra to your rooms, attend council meetings, and steal my best servant.”
“I’ve done what?” I squeaked. Most women considered poaching help to be one of the most despicable sins.
“Asha. All she has done for the past several days is speak about you.”
I remembered with a start that Sumitra had talked about Kaushalya dismissing a servant just the day before. “Oh—oh, please, do not dismiss her. She was forced to attend me during the battle, and perhaps something about that frightening experience stuck in her mind.”
“Dismiss her?” Kaushalya asked, her lips disappearing entirely into a thin line. “Why on earth would I do that? No, I simply assigned her to the kitchens for a week as punishment. It was annoying, hearing her tell stories of the camp and your deeds for the fifth time. Then who should visit me yesterday but Sumitra, also talking about the great Kaikeyi. It seems I cannot escape you.” Her manner conveyed the utmost annoyance, but at the end of her tirade the bond between us had flared into firm existence.
I ducked my head to hide my grin and examined the bond. It was delicate and gleaming, like molten obsidian, and I imagined that it would feel exquisitely polished to the touch. “I am sorry, Radnyi.”
“You do not sound sorry,” Kaushalya said. “And you do not need to call me Radnyi. We are equals.”
“You will always be the first among us,” I said.
Kaushalya’s nostrils flared as she inhaled and exhaled dramatically, and still her high cheekbones and large eyes kept her face the picture of beauty. “What do you want?” That was now twice in the span of a moon someone had asked me that, when I had gone most of my life never hearing it.
As I had with Dasharath, I decided to answer her honestly. “I would like to rest. It is a hot day, and I have been wrapped in these stifling layers of silk for hours. You are the one who came to my room. I think the question is: What is it that you want?”
Kaushalya smirked. “I wanted to speak to you. I wish to know your plans, to know why you have suddenly decided to act the part of a radnyi. And I want to know what you hope to gain from Sumitra. She is a sweet woman, kind, unassuming. I won’t have you using her for your own ends.”
“You—” I spluttered. “You—you should speak to your husband.”
“What does our raja have to do with this?” Kaushalya asked.
“He requested I take up my duties with the court. No—as a matter of fact, he ordered me to take up my duties with the court.” The words poured out of me in indignation. “He brought it to my attention that I am a radnyi and should act like one. You are correct, I have neglected my responsibilities for months. I have been remiss, uncertain in this new environment. And yet you too have neglected your duties. I did not ask for this marriage. Whatever resentment you have because of it should not fall on my shoulders. I am eighteen years old; you are nine and twenty. You are Dasharath’s first wife. You should have helped me.”
By the end of this speech, I was breathing heavily and had advanced several steps, forcing Kaushalya back. But improbably, in the face of this onslaught, Kaushalya laughed.