that Yalith would refuse to listen to anything she said. But before she could open her mouth, Leeana laid a hand on her forearm and faced the mayor of Kalatha squarely. "Yes," she said quietly, holding Yalith"s brown eyes with her own jade stare. "I am avoiding an engagement my family hasn"t accepted. I"m not aware, though, that the war maids are in the habit of asking a woman why she seeks to join them-aside from making certain that she isn"t simply a criminal trying to avoid punishment. Was I mistaken?"
It was Yalith"s turn to bite off a hot return unspoken. She glared at Leeana for several tense seconds, then shook her head curtly. "No," she admitted. "We aren"t "in the habit" of asking questions like that. Or, rather, we do ask them, but the answers don"t-or shouldn"t-affect whether or not we grant someone membership. But I trust that you"re willing to admit that this is not a usual situation. First, I"m quite certain you"re the highest-ranking young woman who"s ever sought to become a war maid, and the G.o.ds only know where that might end. Second, the most common reason women who later regret asking to become one of us sought us out in the first place is to escape an arranged marriage. We always make a special effort to be positive women like that are certain in their own minds of what they want. And, third, this is the worst possible time, from Kalatha"s perspective, for us to be antagonizing someone like Baron Tellian!"
"I"ll want to speak to you about that later, Mayor Yalith," Kaeritha put in, snapping the mayor"s eyes back to her. "For now, though, I don"t think you need to fear antagonizing Tellian. I don"t expect him to be happy about this, and I don"t know what his official position is likely to be. But I do know he isn"t going to blame you for doing precisely what your charter requires you to do just because the applicant in question is his daughter."
"Oh no?" Yalith snorted in obvious disbelief. "All right, then. Let"s say you"re right, Dame Kaeritha-about her father, anyway. But what about Baron Ca.s.san and this Blackhill? If they"re hunting this young woman-" she jabbed a finger at Leeana "-as greedily as the two of you are suggesting, how do you think they"re going to react if the war maids help her slip through their filthy little fingers? You think, perhaps, they"ll send us a sizable cash donation?"
"I expect they"ll be as p.i.s.sed off as h.e.l.l," Kaeritha said candidly, and despite Yalith"s own obvious anger and anxiety, her earthy choice of words lit a very slight twinkle in the mayor"s eyes. "On the other hand," the knight continued, "how much harm can it really do you? From what Leeana"s told me, Blackhill and Ca.s.san are probably already about as hostile to you war maids as they could possibly get."
"I"m afraid Dame Kaeritha is right about that, Mayor Yalith," Leeana said wryly. Yalith looked back at her with another, harsher snort, and the young woman shrugged. "I"m not trying to say they won"t be angry about it, or that they won"t do you an ill turn if they can, if I manage to drive a stake through their plans by becoming a war maid. They certainly will. But in the long term, they"re already hostile to everything the war maids stand for."
"Which is a marvelous reason to antagonize them further, I"m sure," Yalith replied. Her sarcasm was withering, yet it seemed to Kaeritha that her resistance was weakening. "Mayor Yalith," Leeana said quietly, "the war maids antagonize every n.o.ble like Blackhill or Ca.s.san every single day, simply by existing. I know I"m a "special case." And I understand why you feel concerned and anxious at the thought of all the complications I represent. But Dame Kaeritha is right, and you know it. Every war maid is a "special case." That was exactly why the first war maids came together in the first place-to give all those special cases someplace to go for the first time in our history. So if you deny my application because of my birth, then what does that say about how ready the war maids truly are to offer sanctuary to any woman who wants only to live her own life, make her own decisions? Lillinara knows no distinctions among the maidens and women who seek Her protection. Should an organization which claims Her as its patron do what She will not?"
She locked eyes once again with the mayor. There was no anger in her gaze this time, no desperation or supplication-only challenge. A challenge that demanded to know whether or not Yalith was prepared to live up to the ideals to which the mayor had dedicated her life.
Silence hovered in the office, flawed only by the crackle of coal burning on the hearth. Kaeritha sensed the tension humming between Yalith and Leeana, but it was a tension she stood outside of. She was a spectator, not a partic.i.p.ant. That was a role to which a champion of the war G.o.d was ill-accustomed, yet she also knew that this was ultimately not a battle anyone could fight for Leeana. It was one she must win on her own.
And then, finally, Yalith drew a deep breath and, for the first time since Leeana and Kaeritha had been
ushered into her office, she sat down behind her desk.
"You"re right," she sighed. "The Mother knows I wish you weren"t," she went on more wryly, "because this is going to create Shigu"s own nightmare, but you"re right. If I turn you away, then I turn away every woman fleeing an intolerable "marriage" she has no legal right to refuse. So I suppose we have no choice, do we, Milady?"
There was a certain caustic bite in the honorific, yet it was obvious that the woman had made up her mind. And there was also an oddly pointed formality in her use of the address, Kaeritha realized-one which warned Leeana that if her application was accepted, no one would ever extend it to her again.
"No, Mayor," Leeana said softly, her voice accepting the warning. "We don"t. Not any of us."
* * * "Baron Tellian is here. He demands to speak to you and his daughter." Yalith of Kalatha gave the messenger a resigned look, then glanced at Kaeritha with a trace of a "look what you"ve gotten me into" expression. To her credit, it was only a trace, and she returned her attention to the middle-aged woman standing in her office doorway.
"Was that your choice of verbs, or his, Sharral?"
"Mine," Sharral admitted in a slightly chagrined tone. "He"s been courteous enough, I suppose. Under the circ.u.mstances. But he"s also quite . . . emphatic about it."
"Not surprising, I"m afraid." Yalith pinched the bridge of her nose and grimaced wryly. "You did say he was close behind you, Dame Kaeritha," she observed. "Still, I would have appreciated at least a little more time-perhaps even as much as a whole hour-to prepare myself for this particular conversation."
"So would I," Kaeritha admitted. "In fact, a certain cowardly part of me wonders whether or not this
office has a back door."
"If you think I"m going to let you sneak out of here, Milady, you"re sadly mistaken," Kalatha"s mayor replied tartly, and Kaeritha chuckled.
It wasn"t an entirely cheerful sound, because she truly wasn"t looking forward to what she expected to be a painful confrontation. On the other hand, once Yalith had made her decision and the initial tension between them had eased a bit, she"d found herself liking the mayor much more than she had originally believed she ever might. Yet there was still an undeniable edge there, rather like the arched spines of
two strange cats, sidling towards one another and still unsure whether or not they should sheath their claws after all. She wasn"t certain where it came from, and she didn"t much care for it, whatever its source. But there should be plenty of time to smooth any ruffled fur, she reminded herself. a.s.suming she and Yalith both survived their interview with Tellian.
"I suppose you"d better show him in, then, Sharral," Yalith sighed after moment.
"Yes, Mayor," Sharral acknowledged, and withdrew, closing the door behind her.
It opened again, less than two minutes later, and Baron Tellian strode through it. It would have been too
much to call his expression and body language "bristling," but that was the word which sprang immediately to Kaeritha"s mind. He was liberally bespattered with mud, and-like Kaeritha"s own-his bedraggled appearance showed just how hard and long he"d ridden to reach Yalith"s office. And in his effort to overcome her own two-day lead on him. Even his courser must have found the pace wearying, and she suspected that most of his armsmen-those not mounted on coursers-must have brought along at least two horses each to ride in relays.
"Baron," Yalith said, rising behind her desk to greet him. Her voice was respectful and even a bit sympathetic, but it was also firm. It acknowledged both his rank and his rightful anxiety as a parent, but it also reminded him that this was her office . . . and that the war maids had seen many anxious parents over the centuries.
"Mayor Yalith," Tellian said. His eyes moved past her for a moment to Kaeritha, but he didn"t greet the
knight, and Kaeritha wondered just how bad a sign that might be.
"I imagine you know why I"m here," he continued, returning his gaze to the mayor. "I"d like to see my daughter. Immediately."
His tenor voice was flat and crisp-almost, but not quite, harsh-and his eyes were hard.
"I"m afraid that"s not possible, Baron," Yalith replied. Tellian"s brow furrowed thunderously, and he started to reply sharply. But Yalith continued before he could.
"The rules and customs of the war maids are unfortunately clear on this point, Milord," she said in a
voice which Kaeritha considered was remarkably calm. "Leeana has pet.i.tioned for the status of war maid. Because she"s only fourteen, she will be required to undergo a six-month probationary period before we will accept her final, binding oath. During that time, members of her family may communicate with her by letter or third-party messenger, but not in person. I should point out to you that she was not aware upon her arrival that she would be required to serve her probationary time, or that she would not be permitted to speak to you during it. When I informed her of those facts, she asked Dame Kaeritha to speak to you for her."
Tellian"s jaw had clenched as the mayor spoke. If there had been any question about whether or not he was angry before, there was none now, and his right hand tightened ominously about the hilt of his dagger. But furious father or no, he was also a powerful n.o.ble who had learned from hard experience to control both his expression and his tongue. And so he swallowed the fast, furious retort which hovered just behind his teeth and made himself inhale deeply before he spoke once more.
"My daughter," he said then, still looking directly at Yalith, as if Kaeritha were not even present, "is young and, as I know only too well, stubborn. She is also, however, intelligent, whatever I may think of this current escapade of hers. She knows how badly her actions have hurt her mother and me. I cannot believe that she would not wish to speak to me at this time. I don"t say she would look forward to it, or be happy about it, but she is neither so heartless nor so unaware of how much we love her that she would
refuse to see me."
"I didn"t say she had refused, Milord. In fact, she was extremely distressed when she discovered it would be impossible for her to do so. Unfortunately, our laws permit me no lat.i.tude. Not out of arrogance or cruelty, but to protect applicants from being browbeaten or manipulated into changing their minds against their free choice. But I will say, if you will permit me to, that I have seldom seen an applicant who more strongly desired to speak to her parents. Usually, by the time a young woman seeks the war
maids, the last thing she wants is contact with the family she"s fled. Leeana doesn"t feel at all that way, and if it were her decision, she would be here this moment. But it isn"t. Nor is it mine, I"m afraid."
Tellian"s knuckles whitened on his dagger, and his nostrils flared. He closed his eyes for a moment, then
opened them again.
"I see." His tone was very, very cold, but for a man who had just been told his beloved daughter would
not even be permitted to speak to him, it was remarkably controlled, Kaeritha thought. Then his eyes swiveled to her, and she recognized the raging fury and desperate love-and loss-blazing within them.
"In that case," he continued in that same, icy voice, "I suppose I should hear whatever message my
daughter has been permitted to leave me."
Yalith winced slightly before the pain in his voice, but she didn"t flinch, and Kaeritha wondered how many interviews like this one she had experienced over the years.
"I think you should, Milord," the mayor agreed quietly. "Would you prefer for me to leave, so that you
may speak to Dame Kaeritha frankly in order to confirm what I"ve said, and that Leeana came to us
willingly and of her own accord?""I would appreciate privacy when I speak to Dame Kaeritha," Tellian said. "But not," he continued, "because I doubt for a moment that this was entirely Leeana"s idea. Whatever some others might accuse the war maids of, I am fully aware that she came to you and that you did nothing to "seduce" her into doing so. I won"t pretend I"m not angry-very angry-or that I do not deeply resent your refusal to allow me to so much as speak to her. But I know my daughter too well to believe anyone else could have convinced or compelled her to come here against her will."
"Thank you for that, Milord." Yalith inclined her head in a small bow of acknowledgment. "I"m a mother myself, and I"ve spoken with Leeana. I know why she came to us, and that it wasn"t because she didn"t love you and her mother or doubted for a moment that you love her. In many ways, that has made this one of the saddest applications ever to pa.s.s through my office. I"m grateful that despite the anger and grief I know you must feel, you understand this was her decision. And now, I"ll leave you and Dame Kaeritha. If you wish to speak to me again afterward, I will, of course, be at your service."
She bowed again, more deeply, and left Tellian and Kaeritha alone in her office.
For several seconds, the baron stood wordlessly, his hand alternately tightening and loosening its grip on his dagger while he glared at Kaeritha.
"Some would call this poor repayment of my hospitality, Dame Kaeritha," he said at length, his voice
harsh.
"No doubt some would, Milord," she replied, keeping her own voice level and as nonconfrontational as possible. "If it seems that way to you, I deeply regret it."
"I"m sure you do." Each word was carefully, precisely spoken, as if bitten clean-edged from a sheet of
bronze. Then he closed his eyes and gave his head a little shake.
"I could wish," he said then, his voice much softer, its angry edges blurred by grief, "that you"d returned her to me. That when my daughter-my only child, Kaeritha-came to you in the dark, on the side of a lonely road, running away from the only home she"s ever known and from Hanatha"s and my love, you might have recognized the madness of what she was doing and stopped her." He opened his eyes and looked into her face, his own eyes wrung with pain and bright with unshed tears. "Don"t tell me you couldn"t have stopped her from casting away her life-throwing away everything and everyone she"s ever known. Not if you"d really tried."
"I could have," she told him unflinchingly, refusing to look away from his pain and grief. "For all her
determination and courage, I could have stopped her, Milord. And I almost did.""Then why, Kaeritha?" he implored, no longer a baron, no longer the Lord Warden of the West Riding, but only an anguished father. "Why didn"t you? This will break Hanatha"s heart, as it has already broken mine."
"Because it was her decision," Kaeritha said gently. "I"m not a Sothoii, Tellian. I don"t pretend to understand your people, or all of your ways and customs. But when your daughter rode up to my fire out of the rain and the night, all by herself, she wasn"t running away from your heart, or your love, or from Hanatha"s love. She was running to them."
The unshed tears broke free, running down Tellian"s fatigue-lined, unshaven cheeks, and her own eyes