Brunnhold Campus
These days, Aremu thought, slowly, would she even see the bridge that led from Brunnhold outwards? These gardens must have had them - small, delicate things running over streams. He thought of the bridges running through the Rose, through Thul Ka - he understood, he though, why the metaphor had failed. He thought, too, of her writing, and he thought of Lars and the quiet confession the other man had offered him on the streets of the Rose.
But obligation, and its weights? Aremu listened to the Miss Steerpike struggle through sentences and apologies. He thought she understood those quite well.
Aremu listened and he watched, attentively, his head bent slightly to look at her. What other visitor had she had, he wondered. Had they come to tell her of a death or a friend? From the look on her face, he would have ventured the first.
Here, Miss Steerpike said, of her sister. Here. Aremu thought that she could have been glad but hesitant to display it; he thought it possible that someone could feel it inappropriate to be too joyful in the face of grief. He didn’t know what he heard in her voice, but he didn’t think she was glad.
Aremu rose, too, when Aurelie did. “Aurelie,” Aremu repeated, lilting through the vowels and softening the consonants. He inclined his head, frowning slightly. He looked at her, then, and was not sure if it was best to speak. Aurelie, she had said, and she supposed Steerpike was also. Aremu knew something of that; there was a name he would not return to, even if being parted from it had stung.
“Uzoji saved me,” Aremu said, quietly, looking at Aurelie with a little frown. “In more ways than one - perhaps in all the ways a man can be saved. And I saved him as well, and those he loved, a time or two.” He felt the itch of something against his right wrist; it shifted against his pocket. He tucked his left hand in to match it.
“Such things between people create obligations,” Aremu said, quietly. “If we had, either of us, kept track of them all - tallied them up, written them as a ledger, added and subtracted - we would have had time for little else. Friendship meant that in saving his life, I saved my own as well. We had that between us, and it held us together, and it let us spread the weight of all those obligations.”
“I have learned that -“ Aremu exhaled, slowly, “though he is gone,” he said, with a funny little smile, “our friendship is not.”
He was quiet then, for a long moment; he studied her. “I know something too,” Aremu said, carefully, “of what it is to have such obligations with one who cannot call you friend. It is no easy thing.” He eased back, slightly; he looked aside. He thought perhaps he had overstepped; he wondered, uneasily, if any of it had made sense to her, in the end. He had wanted to try, at least; he hoped he had been right to do so.