Текст книги "Warlord"

Автор книги: Elizabeth A. Vaughan

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“One thing more.” Iften dismounted, and called out to one of the younger warrior-priests. “Dark Clouds, do you still have that spare shield?” Iften turned back to me. “Off.”

I got off my horse, but I was in no mood to deal with his rudeness. “The shield is too heavy for me. I just end up dropping it.”

The warrior-priest approached, as Iften dug in his saddlebags, and waited to hand the shield to Iften. The tattooed man waited patiently until Iften was ready for the item.

“My thanks,” Iften said. “Do you require—”

“No. As I said last night, it is an extra. You are welcome to it, warrior.”

Iften gave him a nod, and turned to me. “Turn around.”

“Why?”

He gave me an impatient look. “I will strap this to your back. The weight will not be a problem, and it will provide more protection.”

“Oh.” I turned and stood as Iften arranged the straps. I stood in silence as he worked, tugging at my armor. If he was going to act decently, so could I. “You get along well with the warrior-priests, better than anyone else.”

“Why not, since I was almost one of them.” Iften spoke absently as he tightened the strap.

“You were?” I turned, surprised at that bit of information.

Iften frowned at me, not pleased at his little disclosure. “Does it fit? Can you move?” I rolled my shoulders and moved my arms in a circle. “Fine,” he said. “Mount.”

Apparently Iften the Boar had a limit of polite conversation, and it had been reached. I turned and got back on my horse without saying another word.

We rode hard, Keekai setting a swift pace. She was no longer dawdling on an ordinary trip, now she was in deadly earnest. Everyone was on alert. The tension was enough to make my heart race and my stomach knot. I scanned the horizon like everyone else, looking for any sign of a threat.

Nevertheless, the horses still took priority. We stopped to water them, posting guards all around us. Each horse was quickly checked for problems as it drank. Everyone switched mounts at that point, quickly changing saddle and tack. I didn’t want to leave Greatheart, but I knew he needed a rest from bearing my weight. Still, I was afraid that I would lose him, since they didn’t string the horses together.

I need not have worried. Whether it was training or herd instincts, the riderless horses stayed with us. Keekai pressed us on, unwilling to stop even for a nooning. Everyone dug into saddlebags and pulled out food that was shared. Cold kavage, gurt, and some type of dried meat. It was very tough and hard to chew, but it took the edge off my hunger.

The warriors remained on alert, but after a while, when nothing happened, I fell into a kind of numbness, watching the never-ending grasslands pass with nothing to mark the land. Other than the streams and ponds that came out of nowhere, it was unending rolling red and yellow grasses.

Finally, as the sun neared the horizon, we stopped at a small pond, watering the horses yet again. Greatheart trotted up to me, snuffling my hair, and butting my chest. Keekai walked over and smiled at his actions. “I’ll have him saddled for you.”

I puffed out a breath. “We’re not stopping?”

“Another hour or two, and we will stop for the night.” She looked me over carefully. “Can you do that?”

I was tired, but I wasn’t going to admit to it, especially surrounded by warrior-priests and Iften. “I’m good for a few more hours. But don’t expect much from me in the way of talk tonight.”

“Aye to that,” she agreed wryly.

Our attackers rose out of the grass like specters and swooped around us, screaming and yelling. Startled out of a daze, I twisted in the saddle, confused and uncertain.

But not Iften. He was beside me, glaring. “Ride! Ride!”

Greatheart needed no further urging. He leapt forward at a gallop, hooves tearing at the sod. The warrior-priests surged around me, drawing in close to protect us. Keekai appeared next to me, her horse easily keeping pace with us.

I caught a glimpse of the enemy as one galloped past, aiming a bow in our direction. It was a warrior of the Plains, and I had a moment to wonder that it wasn’t a warrior-priest when Iften hissed, “Down.”

I almost fell forward, crushing my breasts down under the armor. My hands tangled with the reins and the coarse hair of Greatheart’s mane. His muscles bunched and moved beneath me. The thud of his hooves vibrated the length of my body. Gasping, I took deep breaths, trying to pull air into my body and quell my terror.

I was grateful for Greatheart’s long legs and strength that pushed us forward at such speed. But I knew my poor horse was tired after a day’s travel, as were the others.

We plunged on, surrounded on all sides. Greatheart’s hooves beat out a rhythm as fast as the beating of my heart. I pressed myself low to his back, my face pressed into his mane. Iften’s voice rang in my ears. ‘... if we are attacked, you lay flat. Do not try to guide the horse. Your job is to stay on.’

I was trying desperately to do just that. I wanted to look, but fear clawed at my throat and kept my eyes jammed shut. I could hear the sounds of horses, arrows, and war cries all around me.

Greatheart ran on.

I darted a look to the side, to see Keekai next to me. She appeared almost serene as she rode, as if she was a gentle lady out for a ride on a pleasant day. That image shattered when she nocked an arrow and drew, aiming at the enemy. Controlling her horse with her knees, concentrating on her target, she was a perfect portrait of a warrior.

She calmly released her arrow, only to draw another one. I couldn’t see if she’d hit, but she’d a slight satis fied look on her face as she aimed at another.

Could Iften use a bow?

I tightened my grip as Greatheart ran, and lifted my head just enough so that I could look at him.

Iften was there, riding hard beside me, his attention on the foe around us. He didn’t have a bow, but I could see a lance in his good hand.

His gaze flicked over me, and he frowned before he looked away. I got the message and focused on staying on Greatheart.

And still we ran.

Movement caught my eye and I saw Iften throw his lance and strike a warrior in the side. The warrior fell, and Iften pulled another lance. So sharp, so deadly. I remembered the damage they did when Keir was attacking Water’s Fall and shuddered at the memory of sharp stone shards in deep wounds.

A cry, then a clash of steel. But we never stopped, even as the swords clashed. Our attackers’ horses were fresher. I could feel a difference in Greatheart. His breathing was labored, and there was a tremble in his muscles that hadn’t been there before. He was tiring. So were the others.

But something changed. Iften moved up and turned Greatheart, forcing him to change direction. Keekai wasn’t alongside anymore, and I realized that the others in our party had somehow managed to drive the attackers away from me.

Greatheart slowed, and I looked back to see that the attackers were now only four, and surrounded. Even as I looked, two dropped from their saddles. Still Waters took another, and the last, realizing his plight, charged and broke through, intent on escaping.

With a cry, Iften launched his horse forward, chasing the lone warrior. I thought he’d try to capture him, but at the last minute, Iften rose in the saddle, and with his good arm, his off-arm, he threw his lance.

It took the warrior full in the back, and with a cry, the man tumbled out of the saddle, pierced through the chest, dead.

“Why did you do that?” Keekai was furious. We were all walking our horses, cooling them before bedding them for the night, watching as the warrior-priests saw to the dead. There were guards all around us, but the grasslands appeared to be empty of any threat.

“We could have learned his truths and discovered who was behind this attack!” Keekai snapped. “Dead, he is only silent.”

Iften smiled, a sickly false smile. “The heat of my fury was so great, that any would dare to attack the Warprize.”

“Don’t mock me, warrior,” Keekai spat, her face contorted in anger. She took a step toward Iften. For a moment, I thought he would offer a challenge, but he stepped back, and inclined his head in submission.

Keekai huffed, apparently satisfied.

Still Waters came up to us. “The dead are gathered, and stripped. We have their gear and horses. None recognize their faces or the fletchings on the lances.”

“They wanted her alive,” Iften stated flatly.

Keekai nodded in agreement.

“How do you know?” I asked.

“The way they attacked,” Keekai answered. “We will camp, and rest the horses. But before first light we will be up and on our way.”

Still Waters and Iften nodded their consent, and moved off to give the orders.

My body felt like my soul had been sucked out, I was so tired. I leaned against Greatheart’s shoulder and looked at Keekai.

She shook her head. “There is no help for it, Lara. I will send a message back for Keir, but we must ride hard and fast to the Heart of the Plains. Your safe arrival in the Heart is all that matters now.”

We rode then, from daybreak to sunset. I lost track of the days in the endless land. All I knew was the unending hours in the saddle, or asleep, with barely time to eat between.

So it took me a long moment when we topped yet another gentle rise, to understand what was spread out before me. It was sunset, and I’d thought we’d be making yet another short camp, until Keekai turned to me and pointed. “Behold, the Heart of the Plains.”

The sun was fiery red in the distance, starting to slip from the sky. There was just enough daylight to see the Heart, and I had to smile at myself. I’d expected a city, with some sort of structures.

But the Heart of the Plains was a city of tents.

It was huge, to rival Water’s Fall. But instead of marble or stone, there were tents of all shapes and sizes and colors. As the dusk rushed over us, lights began to appear, both inside and outside the tents, making everything glow.

Beyond the tents, I could see an enormous tent, far larger than any that I’d seen before. And beyond that, there was a shimmer, and I realized that it was water, a lake bigger than I’d ever seen.

I stared in amazement. Was there anything small on the Plains?

Before I could take it all in, Keekai was leading the way down off the ridge, and within moments we were within the city. The horses were exhausted, but they trotted with a lighter step, probably aware that their journey was over. We stayed together, and from all over, people turned to look and point at us. It was dizzying, the sights, the smells of cooking, the endless colors and noise. It was so very strange, and yet not that different from the sounds of the market back in Water’s Fall.

Exhausted, I clung to Greatheart, and tried to absorb it all. It seemed to take forever to pass through it all, but we finally came to a stop before the enormous tent that I’d seen in the distance. It was really more like a huge covered pavilion.

Keekai was at my knee, urging me to dismount. “Come, Lara.” She took my elbow, and I tried not to lean on her as I staggered forward, legs not used to walking after so many days in the saddle. We walked together into the huge tent and I stumbled a bit over some steps. The floor of this area was solid stone.

The pavilion was lit brightly with braziers. I blinked at the sight of men and women seated on stools on a three-tiered platform, widest at the top, and narrowing toward the bottom. Three figures were seated at the base, and the one in the middle rose as we approached. He was an older man, dressed in robes of bright red over leather armor, with a multi-colored sash at his waist that held a sword and two daggers. His face was brown as a nut, and deeply wrinkled. There was no welcome there, no smile at all. We stopped, and the man gestured Keekai away from me. I thought for a moment that she would protest, but instead she inclined her head, and went to an empty stool on the second tier, off to the side. I swayed slightly as she moved away, feeling naked and alone.

Iften appeared next to me. Even he showed signs of exhaustion, but he stood tall and proud. “I was chosen as Guardian by Xylara, Daughter of Xy. I have brought her here, safe and sound, to stand before the Council of Elders at the Heart of the Plains.”

The man nodded his head, and spoke. “You have served well, Iften of the Boar, and the Daughter of Xy is now under our protection. You are released from your duties, with our thanks.”

Iften spun on his heel, and glared at me with eyes filled with hate. He paused as he stepped past me. “You and your poisons made it to the Heart. But we of the Plains can learn to use poison, too. Remember that, Xyian.”

I leaned away, conscious of the threat he posed, but he brushed past and left.

“Outlander.” The Elder in the middle faced me, his voice ringing out to everyone’s ears. “You stand before the Council of the Elders of the Plains, to answer the charges that have been brought against you.”

Charges? I wanted to look at Keekai, but couldn’t tear my eyes from the figure in front of me.

“Outlander. You have lied to a warrior of the Plains. You have brought death and affliction to hundreds of our warriors. You have caused the death of a bonded pair, and caused them to die in shame. You have brought the filth of your cities to the Plains. You honor those afflicted by the elements.” He glared, and pointed a wrinkled finger at me. “Worse still, you claim to be able to raise the dead.”

Stunned, I stood there, my mouth hanging open.

“So tell us, Outlander, what do you bring to the Plains, other than lies, affliction and death?”

Chapter 8

My fury rose at the Elder’s words. I lashed out, lifting my chin in scorn. “This is not the Council of the Elders,” I spat. “Am I offered cool water to ease my throat? Where is a seat for my weary body, or food for my belly? Not even water to bathe my hands and thank whatever power I choose for a safe journey?” I let my eyes rake over them, making my contempt clear. “Here I stand, in the Heart of the Plains, supposedly before the Council of Elders, and yet where is the courtesy of the Plains that I have come to know and respect? Nowhere that I can see.”

I was trembling, in exhaustion and anger, and knew that in a moment I’d collapse as weak as an hour-old colt. But not here. I turned on my heel and left the tent.

Our horses were gone, there was no one to stop me. Without really seeing, I plunged into a chaos of people and tents, striding as fast as I could, away from the hatred within that tent.

With new strength born of anger, I strode off.

Thankfully, there were wide ways between the various tents. I chose the widest, lost in my fury. Every word spoken by that Elder had been false, or an exaggeration. How dare he say that of me? Of Keir?

I drew a ragged breath, choking and laughing at the same time. Father had always despaired of my temper. Fierce and hot, it would rise to the surface in an instant, unleashing my tongue with an angry retort, only to fade almost as quickly. He tried every way he could think to get me to control it. “Take a deep breath,” he’d urge. “Mind that tongue of yours, and think before you speak.”

Advice I’d never been able to follow.

My feet propelled me down the course at a fast pace, and it was only the laughter of children that brought me back to the world around me.

Off to the side, there was a large tent with a cooking fire in front of it. A few men and women were trying to get a group of small children to settle down before eating, with no success. The children, of all ages, were laughing and giggling in some game only they understood. A young man, no older than Gils had been, was trying to pour water over small grubby hands and getting nowhere for his efforts.

An older woman emerged from the tent and looked about. Suddenly, each child was settled, all with sweet smiles of absolute innocence and hands held out for the ritual.

I had to smile, and with that, some of my anger faded. Instead I was overcome with curiosity. So this was the Heart of the Plains! The home of the dreaded Firelanders.

I strolled now, looking about me, taking it all in. Clearly everyone was preparing for the evening meal, and tents glowed with light from within. There were some outside firepits, burning with coals and surrounded by people, talking and laughing and eating.

How like home it was. And yet, how different. Here there was color everywhere, and no one seemed conscious of rank or position. Men were cooking as well as women, and there were quite a few men taking care of small children.

But it was more than that. There was the tang in the air of grilling meat and spices I didn’t recognize. There were no buildings, no mountains to block the vaulted sky filled with stars above us. The tents seemed to range from tiny shelters to large, sprawling structures cobbled together from many tents.

People were laughing and talking, and there was color everywhere, in the clothing, in the tents, in the banners that hung all over. The clothing ranged from full armor to scraps of cloth or complete lack thereof. All were at ease with their nakedness, from the smallest child to the tough, scrawny old warriors.

Naked or clothed, everyone carried weapons. Even the small children had wooden daggers at their belts.

But even as I looked about, I sensed that I was being watched as well. I knew from experience that to those of the Plains, my lack of weapons made me stand out like a sore thumb.

I sighed, suddenly very homesick: for Anna’s big kitchen, and my old bedroom, with its small bed and a window that looked down on the city. My feet began to drag, as my newfound strength faded away.

“Keep walking,” Keekai spoke softly from behind me. “I will guide you to my tent.”

I stopped, and she stepped to my side, a serene look in her eyes. I flushed a bit, suddenly very aware that I’d insulted the entire Council of Elders just a few moments before. But there was no condemnation in Keekai’s eyes.

With a sigh, I reached up and took my helmet off. My braid fell down my back, and the cool breeze touched my sweaty scalp. “Keekai...”

She gestured along the way. “Not far, Warprize.”

With that, we walked in silence, as the shadows grew and the sky filled with stars. At the end of the way, the course branched, and there sat a tent that rivaled Keir’s in size. Warriors appeared and opened the flaps for us to enter.

Keekai showed me to a small alcove off the main area. It was filled by a bed that was covered in blankets, furs and pillows, all in various patterns of reds and golds. On a small table by the bed, a tiny fat lamp sat, a small flame flickering in its depths.

“This night, you have the courtesy of my tent.” Keekai gestured me within.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and didn’t resist when Keekai took my helmet from my hands. She started on the leather jerkin then, helping me remove it. I heaved a sigh even as I toed off my boots. Keekai clapped her hands and a warrior came, with a pitcher of water and a bowl. I held out my hands for the ritual and murmured a soft prayer to the Goddess. Once that was done, a mug and a bowl of gurt were brought. I took the mug, to find it filled with a warm, sweet milk. It tasted wonderful and I drained the mug quickly.

“You did well, Warprize.” Keekai smiled at me.

I grimaced. “By insulting the entire Council and stomping away like a child?”

Her eyes twinkled. “By demanding what is due you, under our ways. Antas had mud on his face when you turned and left.”

I blinked at her. “What am I going to do, Keekai? They hate me.”

“You will sleep. In the morning, you will eat and ...” she shrugged, “… we will see.” She gestured, and the warriors drew closed curtains of thick cloth that blocked the alcove from view.

Keekai paused, just before she left. “But remember this, Lara. They removed you from Keir’s protection to show that you weren’t under his influence or control. And your actions have proved you are capable of standing up for yourself. So do not be so quick to count this a defeat, eh?”

She turned to go, but paused again, and looked back at me over her shoulder. “I will tell you this truth, Daughter of Xy. I do not think I could do what you have done. To leave the Plains that I have known all my life would kill me.” With that, she disappeared behind the cloth.

Oddly comforted, I yawned and stretched. Since my gear wasn’t here yet, I stripped out of my tunic and trous. I was too tired to even ask to wash. I just pulled back the wonderful bedding, sank into the depths of the bed, and pulled the covers back up over me. Whatever happened, happened. I was too tired to think beyond the next moment.

My last sight was of the little lamp, sitting on the table, all fat and clever, with its tiny flame dancing a very satisfied little dance.

It was late when I woke, and later still when I stirred from the bed. The only thing that made me move was the demands of my body, and a raging thirst.

My saddlebags were just inside the ‘walls’ of my shelter, with my satchel right on top. I sat up, clutching the blankets to me, and pondered for a moment. A sudden, wild impulse came over me, and I clapped my hands.

There was movement outside, and a woman popped her head in with a questioning look. I grinned at her. I could get used to this kind of treatment very quickly. Maybe when I returned to Water’s Fall? But the thought of Othur’s and Anna’s reaction to that idea made me reject it quickly.

Still. . .

Within a short time I’d water to bathe with and hot kavage to drink. I washed quickly, and yearned for Keir’s tent with its clever drain of stones and buckets of hot water. I went to the saddlebags and dug for a clean tunic and trous. As I pulled on the cloth, I caught a gleam of red. I knew it in an instant.

The dress was bright red. Bright, bright red.

Marcus smiled at me. “There, now. That will do us proud.”

Keir walked into the tent and stopped short. His eyes widened, and his face lit up. “Fire’s blessing.” He stood, looking at me with approval.

I smiled, remembering the moment and the heat of Keir’s gaze. Curious, I pulled the heavy bundle out. The dress was as I remembered it, with a high neckline, long sleeves, and a flared split skirt. Once again I marveled as the fabric slid between my fingers like water glides over skin. It showed no sign that it had been wadded in the bottom of a saddle bag for days.

Marcus had even packed the slippers. And there, in the center of the bundle, were the two heavy silver bracelets.

I halted before the throne, and slowly sank onto the cushion. On either side, I could see two black boots broadly planted, and legs encased in black fabric. I was careful to keep my eyes down.

I took a deep breath, slowly lifted my hands, palms up, and silently submitted myself to what was to come.

The room seemed to stop breathing. I felt fingers at the base of my neck, gently unraveling my hair. Strong fingers ran through it, releasing and letting it fall free. I shivered, both at the touch and the implication that disobedience would not be tolerated.

Cold metal encircled my wrists. I heard a click as they locked into place. Surprisingly, they were heavy silver bracelets, with no chains. Weren’t there supposed to be chains?

A deep male voice boomed above my head, in my language. “Thus do I claim the warprize.”

I smiled as the picture flashed before me, of kneeling on that cushion and surrendering to the dreaded Warlord. Of looking up into Keir’s blue eyes. I’d been so afraid, so terrified, yet I’d found love in Keir’s arms. We’d come through so much since then.

We would come through this too.

“You slept well?” Keekai asked as she gestured for me to sit across the table from her. This was in another part of her tent, and a private area as far as I could tell. She clapped her hands, and for a few moments the area was filled with those bringing food and drink. But just as quickly the room cleared, and we were left alone.

“I slept well, thank you. The bed was very comfortable.” I settled down, and reached for the kavage. “What time is it?”

“Well toward the nooning.” Keekai shrugged. “I saw no reason to wake you. We both needed sleep.” She flashed that grin of hers. “I suspect the Council will send us a message before the day is done.”

I reached for flat bread and an odd looking meat dish that Keekai had already helped herself to. “I can imagine what the message will be,” I said. The sauce smelled sweet, and had tiny flecks of red in it. I scooped some on my bread, and stuffed it in my mouth.

Fire exploded within my mouth and nose. My eyes went wide and filled with tears as I choked.

“Too spicy?” Keekai asked as I lunged for kavage. “It is my favorite.”

I gasped for breath. “Keekai!”

“I’m sorry, Lara.” She shook her head. “I forgot to warn you. I love my food spicy and strong. Try this in stead.” She pushed over a bowl filled with a creamy, thick paste.

Carefully, I dipped more bread in, hoping that it wasn’t a soupy form of gurt. But I was pleasantly surprised to find that it had a sweet nutty taste to it. “That’s more to my liking.”

Keekai laughed. “Then eat and listen. We need to talk about the Council and its members.”

I nodded, but kept chewing.

“Now, the stupid one that spoke out last night was Antas, Eldest Warrior. You saw how we were seated?”

I frowned, trying to remember. Keekai sighed, dipped her finger in her kavage, and drew on the wood of the table. “The four closest to the floor are the Eldest Singer, Warrior, and Warrior-Priest, and Eldest Thea.”

I frowned, and swallowed my mouthful. “I thought you didn’t count years,” I pointed out. “How do you know who is Eldest?”

It was Keekai’s turn to frown. “Elder is not because one is old. Elder is because one is best, or has the support of many others.”

“So you are an Elder because of status?”

“Exactly so.” She drew four damp circles in a row. “The Eldest sit here, closest to the earth and the flame.”

She drew more circles behind the three. “Here sit the Elders whose rank is just behind. I sit among them. We are between the elements, earth and fire below, air and water above.”

She dipped her finger again. “Behind us, on the highest tier, are the newest of the Elders. They are closest to the air and the water.”

“So seating denotes status.” I studied the damp spots as they soaked into the wood.

“Just so. The Eldest are always four. One Warrior, one Warrior-Priest, one Singer, One Thea. Antas is the Warrior, and Essa is the Singer. Wild Winds is the Warrior-Priest. The Eldest Thea rarely attends.”

“I remember Antas,” I said dryly.

“He is a fool,” Keekai responded. “I told you that the winds had brought us word of you, but Antas listens only to the worst.” She tapped the table with her finger. “Although it surprised me that he acted so. I’d have expected it from Wild Winds before Antas.”

Once again, she dipped her finger in the kavage. “Those who would speak to the Council are placed between the fire pits.” She drew the rest of the tent in for me. “Those who would observe, or wait their turn, stand on the other side of the pits, along the edges of the tent. Those who provide for the Council, they are behind the tiers.”

I dipped some fresh bread into the meat dish with the red flakes, taking only a little with a large piece of bread. Warned this time, I nibbled at it carefully. It stung my mouth, but the taste wasn’t bad, just different. Keekai chuckled as I ate. “You will become of the Plains before you realize it, Lara.”

I took a deep breath as the spices filled my nose. “Has there been any word from Keir?”

Keekai shook her head. “It’s too soon.” She looked at me with sympathy. “I’m sure he’ll be here as fast as he can, Lara. But even if he arrived today, they would keep you apart.”

I nodded, staring down at the food. “I understand.”

“Now, of the Elders present—” Keekai broke off, looking over my shoulder. “What is it?”

I turned on my stool to see a warrior at the tent flap. “A messenger from the Council, Elder.” The woman smiled at me. “For the Warprize.”

“Ah.” Keekai arched an eyebrow. “Send them in.”

I hastily chewed and swallowed my last bite, wiping my face with my hands.

A young girl walked into the area, obviously conscious of the importance of her mission. She faced us, tall, slim, and confident. “Greetings. I am Jilla of the Bear. I carry a message for Xylara, Daughter of Xy, from the Council of Elders of the Plains.”

Keekai deferred to me with a gesture. I cleared my throat. “I am Xylara.”

Jilla gave me a nod. “Daughter of Xy, the Council bids me ask if you would be able to attend a Council senel this afternoon.”

I glanced over at Keekai, but she deferred to me again. “As you will, Warprize.”

“Please tell the Council that I will attend,” I responded.

Jilla gave me another nod. “The Council wishes you to know that every courtesy will be offered to you. An escort will be sent, once the Council is met.”

I nodded at that, and she slipped between the tent flaps and vanished.

“As close to an apology as we are likely to get,” Keekai offered.

I turned back to the table, and reached for my kavage. Keekai continued on. “They may honor you with your own tent, Lara. And appoint new guards for you. This is an honor, but it also serves to separate us, something that will please Antas.” She hesitated then. “We could delay them, if you wish. Claim that you are too tired to appear.”

“No.” I shook my head. “I want this over with. Now, please, help me remember Antas’s accusations. And tell me more about the Council members.”

“Welcome to the Heart of the Plains, Xylara, Daughter of Xy.”

I nodded my head slightly, giving them no more, or less, than their due.

This time, Eldest Singer Essa greeted me as I walked into the tent. He was standing in the center, between Antas and Wild Winds.

Antas was in full armor, an impressive sight to be sure. Even more impressive was the expression on his face, dark and forbidding.

Wild Winds had a neutral look, as if I was no more than another warrior that appeared before them. He was seated, his arms folded over his tattooed chest. I took note of the tattoo over his left eye, determined that I would know him in the future.