“Are you trying to break our betrothal?” I ask. “Is that what you’re saying to me? That our betrothal is over?”
“I don’t think we need to break our betrothal,” Kol says. “If you must remain the High Elder of the Olen, and I must remain the High Elder of the Manu, I think it may already be broken. I don’t know if there is a way to repair it.”
I can’t hear these words from Kol’s lips. I lean against him and cover his mouth with mine, silencing him with a kiss. But he draws away.
“Mya,” he says. There’s an apology in his voice. Regret. But then he looks into my eyes and I see a war of emotions on his face. He wants to let go—he’s trying to let go—but he’s losing. His hands grip my upper arms, holding me away, but it lasts only a moment before he pulls me back against him, pressing a line of kisses along my hair. His lips stop at my ear. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to let you go.” His mouth moves to mine. Heat binds our lips together, but the kiss is brief. “Even though you may already be gone,” he says.
For a long moment I stand silently slumped against him, my head on his shoulder. Then I tip my head back and look into his face. “There is another option,” I say.
He leans away. To see me better, I think, but maybe to put distance between us.
“Our clans could merge,” I say.
Even as the words slip from my lips, I know how unlikely it is to work. I know his father never wanted a merger. Even when he sought an alliance with our clan, he made it clear a merger was unacceptable. To Arem, merging with another clan meant being absorbed by them.
It was always the same with Chev. He never wanted to merge with any clan, with the exception of the Bosha, because we were one clan already. To him, a merger with the Bosha meant an absorption of the Bosha. Exactly what he and Arem never wanted for the Olen and the Manu.
“Who would lead? Would you be the High Elder, or would I be?”
“We would both be,” I say.
“So your clan would follow you and mine would follow me? How is that a merger?”
“Kol . . .” I can’t stand the practical tone of his voice. Yet as I think through the consequences a merger presents, I realize that perhaps it is a completely impractical suggestion.
“It’s not that I haven’t considered the idea of our clans blending, Mya. But I can’t see how it would preserve anything. The Divine made us separate. Traditions, dances, songs, stories—so much would be lost by both our clans if we were no longer independent.”
I think about this—about the independence that would be lost. If the Manu were to combine with the Olen, could I allow the Olen to follow Kol, even if they were following me, too? What if Kol and I differed on a decision? Could I allow him to override me? Could I allow my clan to follow him instead of me? I don’t think I could.
It would mean the end of the Olen, and the Olen cannot be allowed to end.
“What about the Bosha? Do the Olen still intend to accept them back?”
“That was my brother’s wish when he died—”
“Because I don’t think the Manu could ever merge with a clan that accepted the Bosha. They have done too much harm to us. A merger that included them . . . I’m afraid it could never be possible.”
So there, I think. The first instance where we could not lead as one.
“I know you want me to say I would walk away from the Bosha to merge with the Manu,” I say. “But I can’t give you the answer you want.” I slide out of his arms. The day is brightening. The others are starting to stir. “Though I wish so much that I could.”
He holds me at arm’s length. “Don’t say that. Don’t. Because you don’t really mean it.”
“I do mean it. But the decision isn’t mine to make. I could be selfish and say that what we want is all that matters, but you know a High Elder can’t decide like that. Though I honestly wish that I could.”
“Just like your brother wished he could let Lees marry Roon.”
He drops his hands to his sides. This mention of my brother—of my brother’s regret at having to make hard decisions for the clan—feels like a double insult. An insult against my brother for the way he led and against me for being like him.
A voice comes from beyond the trees. A groan of someone carrying a heavy load. Morsk. Without another word to me, Kol walks away to wake his brother.
I step beyond the shade, striding toward the place where Morsk has placed the body of my brother on the ground. Leaves still stick to his parka and hair. I’d hoped he would look like he did when he first died—like he was only sleeping—but his skin is so sickly gray there’s no pretending he is anything but dead.
I drop to my knees beside Chev’s shoulder. I wonder how he would feel if he knew how I was suffering under the burden of leadership. Would he sympathize with me, pity me? Or would he feel I’d gotten what I deserved for undermining his authority and taking Lees away?
I look at his face and I remind myself that he came here to bring us back. I remind myself that he loved me, and I feel the sympathy he would give me if he were here.
It doesn’t take long before we are ready to climb down to the boats. Before we do, I tell them all I have an idea I hope will help us avoid the Tama. “Rather than rowing directly east and then turning south when we come to shore,” I say, “I propose we row south for a distance before we cut in toward the coast. It will be riskier—without a view of the shoreline, the chance of disorientation is greater—”
“But it will help us avoid the eyes of the Tama,” Kol says.
I’m relieved when everyone agrees.
Morsk and Pek work together to carry Chev’s body down the cliff, then Anki’s. Noni has gotten enough strength back that she is able to climb down without help. Kol follows her, with Seeri right behind him carrying Black Dog. Then Lees starts down the cliff—Thern ahead of her and Pada behind.
I’m last to descend the rock face. It’s slow going, but I’m in no hurry. This day we will return the body of Anki to the Bosha and tell them of Dora’s death. Thern and Pada will admit to their clan what they did to help Dora and Anki seek revenge. What will the Bosha do? Will they react with shock and shame? Will they punish Thern and Pada? Or is Kol right not to trust them at all? Could it be that all the Bosha elders have been on the side of Dora and Anki all along?
I could go back on the promise Chev made. I could say that as High Elder, I refuse to allow the Bosha to rejoin our clan.
And Kol would have made his first decision on behalf of my clan. I would have allowed someone outside the clan to decide the best course of action for the Olen.
What’s so bad about that? What’s so bad about letting Kol influence the Olen’s relationship with the Bosha? Doesn’t he have the best interests of the Olen at heart?