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A silly, utterly inconsequential thing that caught me in Tomb Of Dragons.
Maia wearing amethysts. Twice.
Does that matter? Means anything? Likely not. And yet, that trifling detail wonât leave me alone.
Doylist explanation: KA didnât feel like coming up with a different outfit for someone who isnât the main character in the novel. Completely understandable. However, since when has she balked at meticulous descriptions of different clothes?
So.
In-universe possible explanations.
1) The edocharei have settled on Edrehasivar VIIâs Signature Look. Grey and purple go together so maybe amethysts look nice with Maiaâs skin.  And a year in they have decided they can safely branch out from Traditional Pearls/Moonstones/Opals/Diamonds/General Whiteness to embrace other colors than Drazhada Amber.
2.a) Csethiro made a favorable remark once and Maia has seized on a chance to make her happy even in a small way.
2.b) They are a gift (maybe a betrothal one? I can see formal exchanges of gifts preceding a marriage in elven culture) from Csethiro herself and Maia wants to both make her happy and make A Statement that his future wife has his imperial favor.
3) Maia simply likes them.
In my head, in the last case, the edocharei burst in the kitchen/servant hall of the Alcethmeret in tears because: âHis Serenity likes amethysts!â âHe ACTUALLY SAID so! âThese look very niceâ!â
General bewilderment.
âWe swear weâre not joking. His Serenity, entirely unprompted, has expressed a personal preference.â
General chaos, more tears, wild cheering.
âBreak out the good wine and send a page to light some candles to Cstheio in thanks, it took a year but we have a second preference beside chamomile tea!â
Maia is not one for violent activities and when Csethiro needed a new dueling partner, he found that he had neither the interest nor the talent. Csevet, however, has found the sport a good outlet for all his pent-up frustration energy.
Although he prefers not to participate, the emperor greatly enjoys observing the efforts of his secretary and empress:
46 pages in and I'm ready to make things weird.
Here is Maia's description of the end of his mother's life:
She had been ill for as long as he could remember, his gray, stick-thin, beloved mother. Even to a child, it had become clear that winter that she was dying, as her eyes seemed to take up more and more of her face and she became so thin that even a badly judged touch could bruise her.
This is not a lot of detail and I am fully aware I am currently speculating like mad on the basis of very little information. But I am consumed by the question of what killed Chenelo Drazharan?
Acute wasting is a feature of the end stages of a lot of terminal illnesses. The technical term for this is cachexia. But in terms of popular lay-person descriptions this sort of wasting-away is very strongly associated with two illnesses: tuberculosis and leukemia (and less relevantly, with AIDS).
And in one sense it doesn't actually matter what Chenelo died of, because the most important fact is that she died, and also, there's nothing in the text to confirm or deny any of my wild speculation. But in another it alters the whole reading of the story.
TB (relevantly called consumption for this reason) is, to a certain extent, a disease of neglect. Many people can either shake off a TB exposure, or maintain the disease in a latent (non-dangerous, non-contagious) form. Poverty, malnutrition, other illness or immune dysfunction all drastically increase a person's likelihood of converting to active tuberculosis. This is described at length in John Green's Everything is Tuberculosis so I'm not going to pull page-specific references.
So if that's what killed Chenelo then it is likely that being shipped to a hostile foreign country, a teenage pregnancy then being banished to an isolated manor and ignored by her family was almost certainly a contributing factor and Maia is absolutely correct when he blames his father for this.
But if it was cancer (and bruising is a leukemia symptom), then she probably couldn't be saved. I don't think anyone in this setting has committed enough war crimes to have developed chemotherapy yet and she would have died exactly the same in the Untheileneise court or at home in Barizhan. And if that's the case then Maia is wrong, he could never have grown up with a living mother.
Weeds thronged the cracks between the paving stones of the walkway from gate to temple, and the grass in the graveyard had grown so tall that the tops of the gravestones appeared like small, barren islands in a tempestuous and brittle sea.
First time through Goblin Emperor this is just setting detail but coming back to this detail about the Cetho Ulimeire after finishing Cemeteries of Amalo it reads totally different doesn't it?
I'm going to come back to the North-South religious differences when we get some of the details in the later books but I was just very interested at how ominous this seems after watching Thara chase ghouls for three books.

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"It shall be as Your Serenity wishes," he said, bowing more deeply. "We will begin with..." He consulted his pocket watch. "Luncheon."
This is such a little thing, but I love that Csevet's first official act as Maia's official secretary is to make sure he's fed. Because he's a good person and he has Maia's best interests in mind. The conservation of detail here is immense.
"Serenity," Csevet said, bowing. "The Lord Chancellor has been so good as to intimate that he will second us to your service, if it would be pleasing to you."
Did he though? Did he really?
What do we think about Csevet's level of honesty here:
What did Chavar really say?
Chavar really did say Csevet could go work for Maia (probably not nicely)
Chavar said something that could be interpreted that way (with creativity)
Chavar literally did not say anything of the sort Csevet is just lying.
If they ever adapt The Goblin Emperor, i think it could be cool to have Shulivar played by the same actor playing Maia, but with distractingly bluer eyes
Fucking amazing idea! I love it!
@paradoxspaceheater your notes made understanding slide into place in my brain with a satisfying thunk.
Because if you look at Shulivar's plan as coldly logically as possible, its a a ridiculous gamble. Shulivar has never met Maia, he has no idea what kind of person he is, or what kind of emperor he would be. And that's not even getting to the very high risk that Maia could have ended up deposed by Shevean, or trapped into Chavar's agenda, or just not able to shove any legislation through like his father.
And I had sort of been thinking about it in terms of Shulivar choosing a gamble on the devil he didn't know rather than the devils he did. But it never really satisfied me.
And you're right! That's not it! Shulivar the religious fanatic, projecting his own understanding of the future onto Maia, the rejected half-goblin (like Shulivar), who has no public presence, and so is a perfect blank slate.
yes exactly! and it's not hard to imagine that there are some passing similarities between shulivar and maia's lives. the surname shulivar implies his father was likely an elf, possibly a well-off one. we don't really hear anything about his family, but i think the implication is they either aren't around anymore or aren't interested in being around anymore. if you're young aina, unpopular with your shulivada family, rejected from your apprenticeship, hearing the story of archduke maia who was sent away for being half-goblin... of course he would identify with him!
also, shulivar is part of a sect that believes anyone can ascend to godhood, but is very divided as to how exactly that happens and what it looks like. so... what if the plot itself is shulivar's ascendancy? he doesn't care if he dies, in fact he wants to die because this is the act that will make him a god. and make "the other him" an emperor.
(the other great thing about shulivar, of course, is that no matter how you look at it, he wins)
"Has Uleris not sent you a guard?" "No," Maia said. "Who is this?" "Our Master of Wardrobe." "Then he hasn't sent a maza, either." "No. Cousin, what -?" "We will see to it," Setheris said. "And we would advise you to replace your Lord Chancellor as soon as you may. Uleris seems to be growing forgetful in his old age."
This is the second major time that Setheris saves Maia from Chavar. And Setheris really does do this, he goes and he sets it all up, and he's efficient, and he does a good job.
I don't for a second think he really does this because he sincerely cares or wants to help Maia. I think he wants to screw Chavar over and maybe hopes that Maia will be grateful and more likely to give him a decent position at court.
But at the same time, one of the major things that protected Maia from Chavar, was, ultimately, Setheris Nalar.
If they ever adapt The Goblin Emperor, i think it could be cool to have Shulivar played by the same actor playing Maia, but with distractingly bluer eyes
Fucking amazing idea! I love it!
@paradoxspaceheater your notes made understanding slide into place in my brain with a satisfying thunk.
Because if you look at Shulivar's plan as coldly logically as possible, its a a ridiculous gamble. Shulivar has never met Maia, he has no idea what kind of person he is, or what kind of emperor he would be. And that's not even getting to the very high risk that Maia could have ended up deposed by Shevean, or trapped into Chavar's agenda, or just not able to shove any legislation through like his father.
And I had sort of been thinking about it in terms of Shulivar choosing a gamble on the devil he didn't know rather than the devils he did. But it never really satisfied me.
And you're right! That's not it! Shulivar the religious fanatic, projecting his own understanding of the future onto Maia, the rejected half-goblin (like Shulivar), who has no public presence, and so is a perfect blank slate.

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"Not all hands will be against thee," he whispered to himself, but he feared it for a lie.
This is a Csevet Aisava appreciation post.
Maia is tremendously tough-minded and we do love him for it. But I am just not sure if he would have been able to summon up this much optimism if he hadn't already encountered a friendly face.
â...A lone woman could, if she spun in almost every spare minute of her day, on her own keep a small family clothed in minimum comfort (and we know they did that). Adding a second spinner â even if they were less efficient (like a young girl just learning the craft or an older woman who has lost some dexterity in her hands) could push the household further into the âcomfortâ margin, and we have to imagine that most of that added textile production would be consumed by the family (because people like having nice clothes!).
At the same time, that rate of production is high enough that a household which found itself bereft of (male) farmers (for instance due to a draft or military mortality) might well be able to patch the temporary hole in the family finances by dropping its textile consumption down to that minimum and selling or trading away the excess, for which there seems to have always been demand. ...Consequently, the line between women spinning for their own household and women spinning for the market often must have been merely a function of the financial situation of the family and the balance of clothing requirements to spinners in the household unit (much the same way agricultural surplus functioned).
Moreover, spinning absolutely dominates production time (again, around 85% of all of the labor-time, a ratio that the spinning wheel and the horizontal loom together donât really change). This is actually quite handy, in a way, as weâll see, because spinning (at least with a distaff) could be a mobile activity; a spinner could carry their spindle and distaff with them and set up almost anywhere, making use of small scraps of time here or there.
On the flip side, the labor demands here are high enough prior to the advent of better spinning and weaving technology in the Late Middle Ages (read: the spinning wheel, which is the truly revolutionary labor-saving device here) that most women would be spinning functionally all of the time, a constant background activity begun and carried out whenever they werenât required to be actively moving around in order to fulfill a very real subsistence need for clothing in climates that humans are not particularly well adapted to naturally. The work of the spinner was every bit as important for maintaining the household as the work of the farmer and frankly students of history ought to see the two jobs as necessary and equal mirrors of each other.
At the same time, just as all farmers were not free, so all spinners were not free. It is abundantly clear that among the many tasks assigned to enslaved women within ancient households. Xenophon lists training the enslaved women of the household in wool-working as one of the duties of a good wife (Xen. Oik. 7.41). ...Columella also emphasizes that the vilica ought to be continually rotating between the spinners, weavers, cooks, cowsheds, pens and sickrooms, making use of the mobility that the distaff offered while her enslaved husband was out in the fields supervising the agricultural labor (of course, as with the bit of Xenophon above, the same sort of behavior would have been expected of the free wife as mistress of her own household).
...Consequently spinning and weaving were tasks that might be shared between both relatively elite women and far poorer and even enslaved women, though we should be sure not to take this too far. Doubtless it was a rather more pleasant experience to be the wealthy woman supervising enslaved or hired hands working wool in a large household than it was to be one of those enslaved women, or the wife of a very poor farmer desperately spinning to keep the farm afloat and the family fed. The poor woman spinner â who spins because she lacks a male wage-earner to support her â is a fixture of late medieval and early modern European society and (as J.S. Leeâs wage data makes clear; spinners were not paid well) must have also had quite a rough time of things.
It is difficult to overstate the importance of household textile production in the shaping of pre-modern gender roles. It infiltrates our language even today; a matrilineal line in a family is sometimes called a âdistaff line,â the female half of a male-female gendered pair is sometimes the âdistaff counterpartâ for the same reason. Women who do not marry are sometimes still called âspinstersâ on the assumption that an unmarried woman would have to support herself by spinning and selling yarn (Iâm not endorsing these usages, merely noting they exist).
E.W. Barber (Womenâs Work, 29-41) suggests that this division of labor, which holds across a wide variety of societies was a product of the demands of the one necessarily gendered task in pre-modern societies: child-rearing. Barber notes that tasks compatible with the demands of keeping track of small children are those which do not require total attention (at least when full proficiency is reached; spinning is not exactly an easy task, but a skilled spinner can very easily spin while watching someone else and talking to a third person), can easily be interrupted, is not dangerous, can be easily moved, but do not require travel far from home; as Barber is quick to note, producing textiles (and spinning in particular) fill all of these requirements perfectly and that âthe only other occupation that fits the criteria even half so well is that of preparing the daily foodâ which of course was also a female-gendered activity in most ancient societies. Barber thus essentially argues that it was the close coincidence of the demands of textile-production and child-rearing which led to the dominant paradigm where this work was âwomenâs workâ as per her title.
(There is some irony that while the men of patriarchal societies of antiquity â which is to say effectively all of the societies of antiquity â tended to see the gendered division of labor as a consequence of male superiority, it is in fact male incapability, particularly the male inability to nurse an infant, which structured the gendered division of labor in pre-modern societies, until the steady march of technology rendered the division itself obsolete. Also, and Barber points this out, citing Judith Brown, we should see this is a question about ability rather than reliance, just as some men did spin, weave and sew (again, often in a commercial capacity), so too did some women farm, gather or hunt. It is only the very rare and quite stupid person who will starve or freeze merely to adhere to gender roles and even then gender roles were often much more plastic in practice than stereotypes make them seem.)
Spinning became a central motif in many societies for ideal womanhood. Of course one foot of the fundament of Greek literature stands on the Odyssey, where Penelopeâs defining act of arete is the clever weaving and unweaving of a burial shroud to deceive the suitors, but examples do not stop there. Lucretia, one of the key figures in the Roman legends concerning the foundation of the Republic, is marked out as outstanding among women because, when a group of aristocrats sneak home to try to settle a bet over who has the best wife, she is patiently spinning late into the night (with the enslaved women of her house working around her; often they get translated as âmaidsâ in a bit of bowdlerization. Any time you see âmaidsâ in the translation of a Greek or Roman text referring to household workers, it is usually quite safe to assume they are enslaved women) while the other women are out drinking (Liv. 1.57). This display of virtue causes the prince Sextus Tarquinius to form designs on Lucretia (which, being virtuous, she refuses), setting in motion the chain of crime and vengeance which will overthrow Romeâs monarchy. The purpose of Lucretiaâs wool-working in the story is to establish her supreme virtue as the perfect aristocratic wife.
...For myself, I find that students can fairly readily understand the centrality of farming in everyday life in the pre-modern world, but are slower to grasp spinning and weaving (often tacitly assuming that women were effectively idle, or generically âhomemakingâ in ways that precluded production). And students cannot be faulted for this â they generally arenât confronted with this reality in classes or in popular culture. ...Even more than farming or blacksmithing, this is an economic and household activity that is rendered invisible in the popular imagination of the past, even as (as you can see from the artwork in this post) it was a dominant visual motif for representing the work of women for centuries.â
- Bret Devereaux, âClothing, How Did They Make It? Part III: Spin Me Right RoundâŚâ
If I may tag onto this: it's really astonishing how much spinning you can get done when you do it in tiny increments. When I'm at a medieval market or music festival (back when that was... a thing), I carry my spindle everywhere and just spin a tiny little bit, constantly. Waiting in line for food. Sitting somewhere waiting for the next band to play, in the early morning when nobody's up yet. I can get through 100 gr of fibre in a day like this without consciously dedicating any extended time periods to it (and I'm not the best with a drop spindle). I would imagine that is roughly the way it worked in pre-modern cultures, too, which means that yes, it was possible to supply the fabric for an entire household this way, if the fabric was also taken care of properly (mended, re-used, recycled ...) and the spinner didn't suffer from illness or had any disabilities (!). It wouldn't be easy, but it also wouldn't be terrifying back-breaking labour.
I would like to amend the above: spinning all day every day in order to keep your family afloat must absolutely have been terrifying back-breaking labour eventually. Or wrist-breaking.
In unrelated news, last year I got a repetitive strain injury from too much spinning, and had never been so grateful in my life that I can simply stop spinning and suffer no financial hardship from it.
It's also interesting how much spinning remained a symbol of idealized femininity and even in societies where it was highly professionalized, later on in history
In the lead up to the American Revolution, you see newspapers talking about women â many if not most of whom had never spun a day in their lives, either because they were wealthy and didn't have to or because they were poor but didn't have time to among all of the other things they had to do for their families or their jobs, and professional spinster's existed, so why would they? -Getting together "spinning bees" to try and make homespun thread for homespun fabric so they could boycott textiles coming from England. These women were hailed as paragons of patriotic womanhood (never mind the fact that we have no evidence they ever produced scalable amounts of textiles, or even like⌠High-quality anything. Most of these bees seem to have been one-off events that were almost more about performing femininity and patriotism than actually producing threads/fabric)
And moving into the 19th century, the image of the spinning wheel became ubiquitous here in the US when talking about women in earlier American history. Longfellow's poem about his Mayflower ancestors features the female protagonist at her spinning wheel, even though textile production wasn't really a thing in the new colony at the time when the events he wrote about took place. Popular illustrations showed colonial women spinning at home. In the early 20th century, an art photographer named Wallace Nutting and his wife Mariet Griswold staged images of imaginary colonial interiors that almost always involved some type of antique spinning wheel as set dressing (to the great annoyance of later museum workers, who are forever having to debunk his photos in various ways)
And within those societies, there's been an idea that "women these days" are so lazy for not spinning and/or weaving their own cloth and instead of having it done by professionals. Making textiles from scratch remained a marker of idealized femininity long after it was the norm for most households in many places
Trying for consistency on the drop spindle and every picture I see online shows much thinner singles than what I'm achieving.
Is it user error and I just need to draft thinner, or is it a lack of twist?
Maybe Tumblr just has a penchant for only sharing skinny singles and my plump little threads are just fine as they are?
Since I managed to get the antique wheel (Blithe for the uninitiated) working, I am seeing if I can even out the uneven bits in this yarn.
Exercise in futility most likely but it seems to be kinda working so far.
How we started vs how it's going
Maia reminded himself that glee was unbefitting an emperor, and thought soberly as the crewwoman opened the narrow door at the front of the cabin, I must not acquire a taste for this pleasure. It was heady, but he knew it was poison. ... "We are most grateful, gentlemen. We will remember this always as the beginning of our reign." Much better this than that confused and frightened awakening in darkness, his own glassy, sharp-edged panic, Setheris's drunken viciousness.
One of Maia's really under-rated virtues (admittedly, he has many) is that he has this incredible capacity to redirect himself. There's a lot of examples through the book of him doing this thing where he decides a certain line of thought is not helpful and then, simply does not pursue that line of thought any further. Its one of the subtler skills that make him a good emperor. But the fact he's so generally good at it makes the times he can't do it much more glaring, and much more clearly evidence that he hasn't got out of his childhood unscathed.
His translation to emperor had failed to work any comparable miracle on his wardrobe - indeed, he only wished it had worked a miracle on his person - so that while he was correctly dressed in formal mourning, each garment bore betraying signs that black had been at least its third dyeing,
Clothing is expensive, and it has a long lifespan in this setting.
This is a tiny little detail but its one of a number of tiny little details that really anchors the world-building against historical realities even though this isn't technically historical fiction.

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"This gentleman has... has traveled hard. Please see that he has everything he requires." "Cousin... what must I do?" "We have nothing but confidence in you and your crew." "We thank you," Maia said, accepting help he did not need. Maia had refused to allow Setheris to inconvenience the other passengers... by commandeering the ship,
This is my little collection of every decision Maia proactively makes in between being told that he is now the emperor and the sunrise seen where he actually acknowledges that he is the emperor.
What a telling collection of quotes.
The opening chapters of this book are SO information dense for a supposedly "slow-moving" fantasy book (its not, its just not violent).
i do think there's something to be said about maia and csethiro complementing each other in exactly the same way that the nohecharei are designed to complement each other
"the maza, to guard with his spirit and the strength of his mind": maia, with his gentle demeanour and thoughtful nature, who consistently pokes holes in long-held beliefs and faulty logic, who solves a problem thought unsolvable by simply granting an audience to the people no one else had bothered to listen to, who dreamed of becoming a maza to win his father's love
"the soldier, to guard with his body and the strength of his arm": csethiro, with her soldier's boldness and unwavering duty, who signs with a "ferociously energetic" cavalier's signature, who shoves her way through a horde of panicking nobles to check on the fiancĂŠ she's barely spoken two words to, who learned the unfashionable art of duelling for no other reason than that she could