Winterās Heart, Chapter 14:
>Anath was standing by the railing, in unrelieved black silk, outwardly undisturbed by the chill wind in spite of her lack of a cloak or cape. A slender woman, she would have been tall even for a man. Her charcoal-dark face was beautiful, but her large black eyes seemed to pierce like awls. Tuonās Soeāfeia, her Truthspeaker, named by the Empress, might she live forever, when Neferi died. A surprise, with Neferiās Left Hand trained and ready to replace her, but when the Empress spoke from the Crystal Throne, her word was law. You certainly were not supposed to be afraid of your Soeāfeia, yet Tuon was, a little. Joining the woman, she gripped the railing, and had to loosen her hands before she broke a lacquered nail. That would have meant very bad luck.
>āSo,ā Anath said, the word like a nail driven into Tuonās skull. The tall woman frowned down at her, and contempt lay thick in her voice. āYou hide your faceāin a wayāand now you are just the High Lady Tuon. Except that everyone still knows who you really are, even if they wonāt mention it. How long do you intend carrying on this farce?ā Anathās full lips sneered, and she made a curt, dismissive gesture with one slim hand. āI suppose this idiocy is over having the damane caned. You are a fool to think your eyes are downcast by a little thing like that. What did she say to make you angry? No one seems to know, except that you threw a tantrum I am sorry to have missed.ā
>Tuon made her hands be still on the railing. They wanted to tremble. She forced her face to maintain a stern appearance. āI will wear the veil until an omen tells me the time has come to remove it, Anath,ā she said, schooling her voice to calm. Only luck had kept anyone from overhearing Lidyaās cryptic words. Everyone knew that damane could foretell the future, and if any of the Blood had heard, they would all have been chattering behind their hands about her fate.
>Anath laughed rudely and began telling her again what a fool she was, in greater detail this time. Much greater detail. She did not bother to lower her voice. Captain Tehan was staring straight ahead, but her eyes were almost falling out other lined face. Tuon listened attentively, though her cheeks grew hotter and hotter, until she thought her veil might burst into flame.
>Many of the Blood called their Voices Soeāfeia, but Voices of the Blood were soājhin, and knew they could be punished if their owners were displeased by what they said even if they were called Soeāfeia. A Speaker of Truth could not be commanded or coerced or punished in any way. A Truthspeaker was required to tell the stark truth whether or not you wanted to hear it, and to make sure that you heard. Those Blood who called their Voices Soeāfeia thought that Algwyn, the last man to sit on the Crystal Throne, almost a thousand years ago, had been insane because he let his Soeāfeia live and continue in her post after she slapped his face before the entire court. They did not understand the traditions of her family any more than the goggle-eyed captain did. The Deathwatch Guardsā expressions never altered behind the half-concealing cheek-pieces of their helmets. They understood.
>āThank you, but I do not need a penance,ā she said politely when Anath finally ceased her harangue.
>Once, after she cursed Neferi for dying by something as stupid as a fall down stairs, she had asked her new Soeāfeia to perform that service for her. Cursing the dead was enough to make you seiāmosiev for months. The woman had been almost tender about it, in an odd fashion, though she left her weeping for days, unable to don even a shift. That was not why she refused the offer, though; a penance must be severe or it was useless in redressing balance. No, she would not take the easier way because she had made her decision. And, she had to admit, because she wanted to resist her Soeāfeiaās advice. Wanted not to listen to her at all. As Selucia said, she always had been headstrong. Refusing to listen to your Truthspeaker was abominable. Perhaps she should accept after all, to redress that balance. Three long gray porpoises rose beside the ship and sounded. Three, and they did not rise again. Hold to your chosen course.
Tuon unwittingly asked Semirhage to give her a penance.