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 lis
tens 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 be tween 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 differ ent. 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.
I stood before them all, in the flame-red dress and matching slippers. I"d put on the bracelets, dotted a bit of my precious vanilla oil between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and braided my hair down my back. I also had my satchel slung on my hip, and while the strap may have marred the cut of the dress, I"d carried it anyway. In my own way, I was armed for combat, although they might not recognize the dress or satchel as such. Still, there had been a stir when I"d entered the pavilion, and it had given me a bit more confidence.
I would take every morsel I could find.
Essa continued. "We offer you the warmth of our fire, and a seat before us."
The tent we were under was huge, and it covered a stone floor that seemed perfectly circular. I was standing between two fire pits, where coals smoldered, providing heat. There were also other braziers scattered around, and a few torches as well, for light.
The three Eldest were before me on a low wooden platform, their stools behind them. Behind that rose three wooden tiers, also filled with Elders on their stools. The result was that the entire Council could sit and glare down at me.
A warrior strode out and placed a small bench between the two fire pits. I took my seat, placed my satchel by my feet, and adjusted my skirts.
"We offer you food and drink, Daughter of Xy."
Two warriors, one with a small table, another with a tray, approached. I was offered water to wash my hands, and then kavage and gurt were placed within my reach.
"I thank you for your courtesy." I poured a mug of kavage and took a sip. While the scent of the vanilla helped, there was still a tight knot between my shoulder blades. The Council had proved that it was willing to attack me at a weak moment. The person speaking may have changed, but I wasn"t fooled. The claws were still there, merely sheathed for the time being.
Keekai and I had gone over the members of the Council, but everything was jumbled together in my head. Without being obvious, I drew a long, deep breath and tried to calm myself.
And I"d thought the Council of Xy had been hard to deal with.
"Xylara, Daughter of Xy, from the Kingdom of Xy, you have been claimed as Warprize by Keir of the Cat, Warlord of the Plains." Essa"s words sounded familiar for some reason. "You have been brought to the Heart of the Plains, so that you may be confirmed as the Warprize."
He was repeating the ritual that Keekai had performed when she had taken me under her protection. I relaxed a bit, recognizing the questions.
Essa continued. "Have you taken anything from the hands of another on this journey?"
"No." My voice was clear, and as strong as I could wish. "My Warlord has provided for me."
There was a stir at that, and Essa lifted an eyebrow. "Keir of the Cat is not yet your Warlord, Daughter of Xy."
"Perhaps to your way of thinking," I responded quietly. "But not to mine."
Antas gave a great snort and stood, his armor rattling as he threw his arms in the air. "What cares she for our ways? She has brought nothing but death to-"
"Enough," Essa spoke, and Antas was instantly silenced. "We will continue the ritual, and then the questioning can begin."
Antas sat down heavily, scowling.
Essa waited for quiet before he began again. "Xylara, Daughter of Xy, do you wish to return to your land, to the arms of your people, to your home?" He paused, considering me closely. "The ties of one"s own tribe are very strong. Speak, and it will be as you wish."
Again, it flashed before me. Home, a place of safety, with strong walls and all that was familiar and com fortable. Anna"s cooking, Othur"s warm hugs, Heath"s teasing. Kalisa in the market, with her cheese and crackers. Remn"s book shop.
But the cost of that comfort was too high, for it meant turning my back on the man I loved. I lifted my chin. "I am here to claim my place as Warprize, and my Warlord."
Antas leapt to his feet. "Yet all you bring with you is chaos and death. The army entrusted to Keir of the Cat has been decimated by your hand."
"We do not know that." Essa seated himself on his stool. "We have only words brought by the wind."
Antas turned to Wild Winds. "What say you, Warrior-Priest?"
"I would hear her truths." The man replied in a soft voice. It was my first chance to really look at him, when my eyes weren"t blurred with exhaustion. He was fearsome looking, even in the light of day. A tall man, he wore only trous and a long cloak. But he had the multi-colored tattoos all over his chest, and a staff with three human skulls and feathers dangling from the end on leather strips. His hair was dark, and matted in thick ropes that hung down to his waist. His dark eyes studied me, in turn, but I didn"t see any hostility there.
I didn"t see friendship, either.
"What does she know of truth?" Antas growled. "A foul city-dweller?"
"City-dwellers tell the truth," I spoke up, indignant.
"HAH!" Antas shouted, making me jump. "You lied to a warrior of the Plains, we know of this. Do not deny that!"
"I didn"t lie." My temper flared, and I snapped at him, not impressed with the weapons he carried. "I may not have told the entire truth, but I didn"t-"
"You cannot deny it. She will appear before us, and then all will know," Antas fired back.
She? I sat there, my mouth open. She? He wasn"t talking about Keir?
"Your so-called healing skill. You lied to a warrior of the Plains in order to work magic on her leg." Antas bared his teeth. "She will tell us her truths, and then we will see."
Was he talking about Atira? I"d set her leg when she"d broken it in a fall from her horse. But that had happened back in Xy, in Keir"s camp. I frowned, puzzled. When had I lied to Atira? I opened my mouth to deny it, then snapped it shut. Atira would tell her truths? Did that mean what I thought it meant? "Is Atira here?"
"The Council has summoned those whose truths will be heard. Others have asked to speak before us." Essa spoke calmly. "But your truths come first, then our questions can begin." He gave Antas a hard look. "Without interruption."
Antas sat back down with a grunt.
"Begin, Daughter of Xy." Wild Winds spoke this time. "Tell us your truths, from the beginning."
I drew a deep breath, and started to speak.
The telling took hours. Facing those Elders, with their blank faces and unresponsive eyes, drained me of my strength. Even Antas stayed silent and still, boring a hole in me with his gaze. In the coldness of that tent, I struggled for the words that would explain my feelings for Keir.
But whenever I looked in her direction, Keekai"s eyes were bright with support. And as I spoke, in my mind"s eye I could see the love in Keir"s eyes, the fierceness of Marcus"s protection, the other Firelanders who had become so close to me so quickly. And while my truth may not have had the strength of a Singer"s words, it was my truth. So I spoke, telling them everything, including the details of the ehat hunt.
When I stopped, Essa stood. "Courtesy demands that we see to all our needs, and the needs of the Daughter of Xy."
With that, the tent flooded with warriors, carrying kavage and hot food. I was offered water for my hands, and food and hot kavage. Everyone ate and drank, and then stretched, seeing to other needs.
The group began to settle back down when a warrior-priest entered and spoke to Wild Winds. He seemed familiar, and I stared at the tattoo over his eye, trying to place him. It took me a moment, but I recognized the warrior-priest that had come to our camp at Wellspring and befriended Iften. My heart beat a bit faster. He"d been with Keir at the camp the last I knew. Could it be? Could Keir be here?
Wild Winds inclined his head and listened for a moment, and then gestured for the younger man to leave. He did, but only after shooting a heated glance toward me.
Wild Winds then approached Essa, and Antas joined them. The room grew quiet, even as the three debated hotly. I seated myself and tried to prepare for the questioning that was to come. But my insides were shaking, even if my hands weren"t. I smoothed down my skirt, and then folded my hands in my lap. I risked a glance at Keekai. She caught it, and gave me a slight shrug.
Finally, they seemed to resolve the difference. Or at least, Wild Winds and Essa seemed to agree. Antas had a permanent scowl.
Essa turned to face the Elders. "Those who have been summoned have arrived. We will hear those truths before questioning the Daughter of Xy."