stung."That"s her message to you," Kaeritha continued quietly. "That she can never tell you how sorry she is for the pain she knows her actions will cause you and her mother. But that she also knows this was only the first offer for her hand. There would have been more, if this one was refused, Tellian, and you know it. Just as you know that who she is and what she offers means almost all those offers would have been made for all the wrong reasons. But you also know you couldn"t refuse them all-not without paying a disastrous political price. She may be only fourteen years old, but she sees that, and she understands it. So she made the only decision she thinks she can make. Not just for her, but for everyone she loves."
"But how could she leave us this way?" Tellian demanded, his voice raw with anguish. "The law will take us from her as surely as it takes her from us, Kaeritha! Everyone she"s ever known, everything she ever had, will be taken from her. How could you let her pay that price, whatever she wanted?"
"Because of who she is," Kaeritha said quietly. "Not "what"-not because she"s the daughter of a baron-but because of who she is . . . and who you raised her to be. You made her too strong if you wanted someone who would meekly submit to a life sentence as no more than a high-born broodmare to someone like this Blackhill. And you made her too loving to allow someone like him or Baron Ca.s.san to use her as a weapon against you. Between you, you and Hanatha raised a young woman strong enough and loving enough to give up all of the rank and all of the privileges of her birth, to suffer the pain of "running away" from you and the even worse pain of knowing how much grief her decision would cause you. Not because she was foolish, or petulant, or spoiled-and certainly not because she was stupid. She did it because of how much she loves you both."
The father"s tears spilled freely now, and she stepped closer, reaching out to rest her hands on his shoulders.
"What else could I do in the face of that much love, Tellian?" she asked very softly.
"Nothing," he whispered, and he bowed his head and his own right hand left the dagger hilt and rose to cover the hand on his left shoulder.
He stood that way for long, endless moments. Then he inhaled deeply, squeezed her hand lightly, raised
his head, and brushed the tears from his eyes."I wish, from the bottom of my heart, that she hadn"t done this thing," he said, his voice less ragged but still soft. "I would never have consented to her marriage to anyone she didn"t choose to marry, whatever the political cost. But I suppose she knew that, didn"t she?"
"Yes, I think she did," Kaeritha agreed with a slight, sad smile.
"Yet as badly as I wish she hadn"t done it, I know why she did. And you"re right-whatever else it may
have been, it wasn"t the decision of a weakling or a coward. And so, despite all the grief and the heartache this will cause me and Hanatha-and Leeana-I"m proud of her."
He shook his head, as if he couldn"t quite believe his own words. But then he stopped shaking it, and
nodded slowly instead."I am proud of her," he said."And you should be," Kaeritha replied simply.They gazed at one another for a few more seconds of silence, and then he nodded again, crisply this time, with an air of finality . . . and acceptance.
"Tell her . . ." He paused, as if searching for exactly the right words. Then he shrugged, as if he"d suddenly realized the search wasn"t really difficult at all. "Tell her that we love her. Tell her we understand why she"s done this. That if she changes her mind during this "probationary period" we will
welcome her home and rejoice. But also tell her it is her decision, and that we will accept it-and continue to love her-whatever it may be in the end.""I will," she promised, inclining her head in a half-bow."Thank you," he said, and then surprised her with a wry but genuine chuckle. One of her eyebrows arched, and he snorted."The last thing I expected for the last three days that I"d be doing when I finally caught up with you was thanking you, Dame Kaeritha. Champion of Tomanak or not, I had something a bit more drastic in mind!""If I"d been in your position, Milord," she told him with a crooked smile, "I"d have been thinking of something having to do with headsmen and chopping blocks.""I won"t say the thought didn"t cross my mind," he conceded, "although I"d probably have had a little difficulty explaining it to Bahzell and Brandark. On the other hand, I"m pretty sure that anything I was contemplating doing to you pales compared to what my armsmen think I ought to do. All of them are deeply devoted to Leeana, and some of them will never believe she ever would have thought of something like this without encouragement from someone. I suspect the someone they"re going to blame for it will be you. And some of my other retainers-and va.s.sals-are going to see her decision as a disgrace and an insult to my house. When they do, they"re going to be looking for someone to blame for that, too.""I antic.i.p.ated something like that," Kaeritha said dryly."I"m sure you did, but the truth is that this isn"t going to do your reputation any good with most Sothoii,"
he warned.
"Champions of Tomanak frequently find themselves a bit unpopular, Milord," she said. "On the other hand, as Bahzell has said a time or two, "a champion is one as does what needs doing."" She shrugged.
"This needed doing."
"Perhaps it did," he acknowledged. "But I hope one of the consequences won"t be to undermine whatever it is you"re here to do for Scale Balancer."
"As far as that goes, Milord," she said thoughtfully, "it"s occurred to me that helping Leeana get here in
the first place may have been a part of what I"m supposed to do. I"m not sure why it should have been,
but it feels right, and I"ve learned it"s best to trust my feelings in cases like this."Tellian didn"t look as if he found the thought that any G.o.d, much less the War G.o.d, should want one of his champions to help his only child run away to the war maids particularly encouraging. If so, she didn"t blame him a bit . . . and at least he was courteous enough not to put his feelings into words.
"At any rate," she continued, "I will be most happy to deliver your message-all of your message-to Leeana."
"Thank you," he repeated, and the corners of his eyes crinkled with an edge of genuine humor as he looked around Yalith"s office. "And now, I suppose, we ought to invite the mayor back into her own office. It would be only courteous to rea.s.sure her that we haven"t been carving one another up in here, after all!"
* * * At least Chemalka seemed to have decided to take her rainstorms somewhere else. Kaeritha grinned at the thought as she stood on the porch of the Kalathan guesthouse with a mug of steaming tea and gazed out into a misty early morning. Tellian and his armsmen had refused the war maids" hospitality and departed late the previous afternoon. Kaeritha felt certain that the baron hadn"t declined Yalith"s offer out of anger or pique, but it had probably been as well that he had. Whatever he might feel, the att.i.tudes-and anger-of several of his retainers would have been certain to provoke friction and might well have spilled over into an unfortunate incident.
Her grin vanished into a grimace, and she shook her head with an air of resignation before she took another sip of tea. Tellian"s warning that many of his followers were going to blame Kaeritha for Leeana"s decision and actions had proved only too well founded. All of them had been too disciplined to say or do anything overt about their feelings in the face of their liege lord"s public acceptance of the situation, but Kaeritha hadn"t needed to be a mage to recognize the intense hostility in some of the glances which came her way. She hoped their anger with her wasn"t going to spill over onto Bahzell and Brandark when they got back to Balthar. If it did, though, Bahzell would simply have to deal with it. Which, she thought wryly, he would undoubtedly accomplish in his own inimitable fashion.
She drank more tea, watching the sun climb above the muddy fields which surrounded Kalatha. It was going to be a warmer day, she decided, and the sun would soon burn off the mists. She"d noticed the training field and an extensive weapons salle behind the town armory when she pa.s.sed it on the day of her arrival, and she wondered if Yalith"s guard captain would object to her borrowing it for an hour or so. She"d missed her regular morning workouts while she and Leeana pressed ahead as rapidly as possible on their journey. Besides, from all she"d heard, her own two-handed fighting technique was much less uncommon among war maids. If she could talk some of them into sparring with her, she might be able to pick up a new trick or two.
She finished the tea and turned to step back into the guesthouse to set the mug on the table beside her other breakfast dishes. Then she looked into the small mirror-an unexpected and expensive luxury-above the fireplace. Welcome as the guesthouse bed had been, the communal bathhouse had been even more welcome. She actually looked human again, she decided, although it was still humid enough that it had taken her long, midnight-black hair hours to dry. Most of her clothes were still drying somewhere in the town laundry, but she"d had one decent, clean change still in her saddlebags. There were a few wrinkles and creases here and there, but taken all in all, she was presentable, she decided.
Which was probably a good thing. It might even do her some good in her upcoming interview with Yalith.Then again, she thought ruefully, it might not.
* * * "Thank you for agreeing to see me so early, Mayor," Kaeritha said as Sharral showed her into Yalith"s office and she settled into the proffered chair.
"There"s no need to thank me," Yalith replied briskly. "Despite any possible . . . lack of enthusiasm on my part when you handed me a hot potato like Leeana, any champion deserves whatever hospitality we can provide, Dame Kaeritha. Although," she admitted, "I am a bit perplexed by exactly what a champion of Tomanak is doing here in Kalatha. However exalted Leeana"s birth may have been, I don"t believe we"ve ever had a war maid candidate delivered to us by any champion. And if that was going to happen, I would have expected one of the Mother"s Servants."
"Actually," Kaeritha said, "I was already headed for Kalatha when Leeana overtook me on the road."
"Were you, indeed?" Yalith"s tone was that of a woman expressing polite interest, not surprise.
Although, Kaeritha thought, there was also an edge of wariness to it.
"Yes," she said. Her left elbow rested on the arm of her chair, and she raised her hand, palm open. "I
don"t know how familiar you are with champions and the way we get our instructions, Mayor Yalith."
Her own tone made the statement a tactful question, and Yalith smiled.
"I"ve never dealt directly with a champion, if that"s what you mean," she said. "I once met a senior
Servant of the Mother, but I was much younger then, and certainly not a mayor. No one was interested at the time in explaining how she got her instructions from Lillinara. Even if anyone had been, my impression is that She has Her own way of getting Her desires and intentions across, so I a.s.sume the same would be true of Tomanak or any of the other G.o.ds."
"It certainly is," Kaeritha agreed wryly. "For that matter, He seems to tailor His methods to his individual champions. In my own case, however, I tend to receive, well, feelings, I suppose, that I ought to be moving in a particular direction or thinking about a particular problem. As I get closer to whatever it is He needs me to be dealing with, I generally recognize the specifics as I come across them."
"That would seem to require a great deal of faith," Yalith observed. Then she wrinkled her nose with a snort of amus.e.m.e.nt at her own words. "I suppose a champion does need rather more "faith" than the most people do, doesn"t she?"
"It does seem to come with the job," Kaeritha agreed. "In this instance, though, those feelings He sends me already had me headed in this direction. As nearly as I can pin things down at this point, Kalatha was where He wanted me."
"And not just to escort Leeana to us, I suppose."
"No. I had some discussion with Baron Tellian before I left Balthar, Mayor. Frankly, the reports from his stewards and magistrates which he shared with me lead me to believe that relations between your town and its neighbors are . . . not as good as they might be."
"My, what a tactful way to describe it." Yalith"s irony was dry enough to burn off the morning"s mist without benefit of sunlight. She regarded Kaeritha without saying anything more for several more seconds, then leaned back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest.
"As a matter of fact, Dame Kaeritha, our "neighbors" are probably almost as angry with us as we are with them. Although, of course, my town council and I believe we"re in the right and they aren"t. I hope you"ll forgive me for saying this, however, but I fail to see why our disagreements and squabbles should be of any particular interest to Tomanak. Surely He has better things to spend His champions" time on than refereeing fights which have been going on for decades. Besides, with all due respect, I should think that matters concerning the war maids are properly the affair of Lillinara, not the War G.o.d."
"First," Kaeritha said calmly, "Tomanak is the G.o.d of Justice, as well as the G.o.d of War, and from Tellian"s reports, there seems to be some question of exactly what "justice" means in this case. Second, those same reports also seem to suggest that there"s something more to this than the same sort of quarrels which usually go on between war maid communities and their neighbors."
Yalith seemed less than pleased by the reminder that Tomanak was G.o.d of Justice-or perhaps by the implication that in that capacity he might have a legitimate interest in a matter which she clearly considered belonged to Lillinara. But if that was the case, she chose not to make a point of it. Yet, at least.
"I suppose there may be a bit more to it this time," she conceded with a slightly grudging air. "Trisu of Lorham has never been particularly fond of war maids in general. His father wasn"t, either, but at least the old man realized we aren"t going away and that he had to learn to live with our presence. Trisu only inherited his t.i.tle three years ago, and he"s still young . . . and impatient. I sometimes think he actually believes he can make himself sufficiently unpleasant to convince us to all just-" she wiggled the fingers of one hand in midair "-move away and leave him in peace."
She grimaced, then drew a deep breath and shook her head.
"On the other hand, I doubt even Trisu could really be stupid enough to think that"s going to happen.
Which means he"s making such an a.s.s out of himself for some other reason. My own theory is that it"s simple frustration and immaturity. I"ve been hoping he"ll simply outgrow it."
"With all due respect, Mayor Yalith," Kaeritha kept her voice as level and uninflected as possible, "from
his own reports-and complaints-to Baron Tellian, he seems to feel he has legitimate cause for his unhappiness with Kalatha." She raised one hand in a pacifying gesture as Yalith"s eyes narrowed. "I"m not saying you"re wrong about his underlying hostility, because from the tone of his letters, you"re certainly not. I"m only saying that he clearly believes he has legitimate grievances over and above the fact that he simply doesn"t like you very much."
"I"m aware of that," Yalith said a bit frostily. "I"ve heard about water rights and pasturage complaints from him until, quite frankly, I"m sick of it. Kalatha"s charter clearly gives us control of the river, since it pa.s.ses through our territory. What we do with it is up to us, not to him. And if he wants us to make a greater share of our water available to him, then he"s going to have to make some concessions to us, in return."
Kaeritha nodded-in understanding, not agreement, although she wasn"t certain Yalith recognized the distinction. Given the quant.i.ty of water which had fallen out of the sky over the past several weeks, the thought that Kalatha and the most powerful of the local n.o.bles were at dagger-drawing over the issue of water rights might have struck some as silly. Kaeritha, however, had been born and spent her earliest
years in a peasant farming community. That meant she was only too well aware of how desperately important such issues could become when soggy spring gave way to the hot, dry months of summer. On the other hand, it was entirely possible-even probable, she suspected-that the quarrel over water was only an outward manifestation of other, more deeply seated enmities.
"From his arguments to Tellian"s magistrates," she said after moment, "it seems fairly evident Trisu doesn"t agree that your control of the river is as straightforward and unambiguous as you believe it is. Obviously, he"s going to put forward what he believes are his strongest arguments in that respect, since he"s trying to convince the courts to rule in his favor. I"m not saying he"s correct or that his arguments are valid-only that he appears to believe they are."
Yalith snorted derisively, but she didn"t say anything, and Kaeritha continued.
"To be honest, at the moment I"m more interested in those return "concessions" to which you just referred.
Trisu has complained to Tellian that the war maids have been hostile and confrontational towards his efforts to work out a peaceable compromise solution to his disputes with you. As far as I"m aware, he
hasn"t gone into any specifics about just how you"ve been hostile and confrontational. Do you suppose that would have anything to do with the concessions you want from him?""Hostile and confrontational, is it?" Yalith glowered. "I"ll "hostile and confrontational" him! We"ve been as reasonable as we can be with such a pigheaded, greedy, stubborn, opinionated young idiot!"Despite herself, Kaeritha found it difficult not to smile. Yalith"s evident anger made it a bit easier, since it was obvious her resentment of Trisu burned much deeper and hotter than she wanted to admit to Kaeritha . . . or possibly even to herself. At the same time, the knight could see how even a man considerably more reasonable than she suspected Trisu was could feel that the war maids were just a trifle hostile towards him.
"I"m sure you have," she said after a second or two, when she was confident she could control her own
voice. "What I need to know before I move on to Lorham is exactly what concessions you"ve been
seeking.""Nothing that earthshaking," Yalith responded. "Or they shouldn"t be, anyway. We want a right-of-way across one of his pastures to a stud farm which was donated to us six or seven years ago. We want a formal agreement on how the river"s water will be divided and distributed in dry seasons. We want a guarantee that our farm products-and farmers-will receive equal treatment in local markets from his factors and inspectors. And we want him to finally and formally accept the provisions of our charter and Lord Kellos" land grant-all of their provisions."
"I see." Kaeritha sat back and considered what Yalith had just said. The first three points did, indeed, sound as if they were less than "earthshaking." She was only too well aware of how simply and reasonably someone could describe her own viewpoint on an issue which was bitterly contested, yet she was inclined to think it must be the fourth point which lay at the heart of the war maids" current confrontation with the Lord of Lorham.
"What specific provisions are in dispute?" she asked after a moment.
"Several." Yalith grimaced. "King Gartha"s charter defines specific obligations to local lords from which war maids are to be exempted, and, to be fair, Trisu and his father and grandfather have generally
accepted that. They"ve been less interested in enforcing the provisions which require those same local lords to grant war maid crafters and farmers equal protection and treatment in their markets.